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Vigilance (Chapter 22 Part 2)
Word count: 18.7k
Pairings: Jake x Reader, Sam x OC
Warnings: Alcohol, Cursing, Dramatic Themes. Angst Including: Talks of Infidelity, Toxic Themes, Stalking, Arguing, Yelling, Extreme Portrayal of Sadness, Crying, Abandonment, Heartbreak, Talks of Illness, Extreme Illness, Hospitalization, Talks of Death and Dying, Domestic Violence, Domestic Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Violence. Talks of Pregnancy, Pregnancy Complications, Pregnancy Loss/Termination. Smut Including: Kissing, Touching, Fingering, Oral F!Receiving, Oral M!Receiving, Penetration, Rough Sex, Voyeurism. Fluff.
This story is a collaboration with my best pal @gretavanmoon.
SAM POV
“Is there a faster setting for these windshield wipers? Cause these things are shit.” You asked Elle as you pulled into the tiny neighborhood in Cape Cod, peering through the thick falling raindrops to see if any of the buildings looked like the one in the Air BnB photos. You’d flown into Boston and rented a car, the perfect small-town birthday getaway, all planned by your lovely Elle.
“Oh, there it is, babe! That one on the corner. It says we can park on the street.” Elle said, pulling on the rain boots she’d ditched the minute you got in the car.
You pulled the car up as closely as you could to the front door of the tiny old house, situated perfectly on a row of about ten others that looked just the same. “It’s so cute!” Elle muttered.
“I can’t even see it, it’s raining so hard!” You yelled over the loud drops pounding on the sunroof. “Let’s wait a second while it calms down before we take everything inside.”
“Mmm…okay.” She complained.
“So anxious to get inside, babe…?” You said, running your hand over the back of her head.
“Maybe. Yes. I’ve just planned this so quickly in the last few days, thinking we were gonna be out on the road instead of getting to do something special. I just can’t believe we actually made it, is all.” She leaned back into your touch, calming her jittery and excited nerves.
You offered her a smile. “I’m excited too, babe. I can’t believe we made it either, honestly. And thank you, for planning this. You’re the best.” You sighed, watching as the rain let up a bit. “We should be soundchecking right now.”
“I’m sorry, love. I know you’d rather be out there playing.” She relented.
“No, no. Not rather. Not rather at all. It’s just you get yourself in this mindset to go and do something like that, it takes a long time to get yourself there. Then it just stops. But it’s okay, shit happens. Jake needs to heal more than anything. Top priority.” You said, giving her a little smile.
“Yes. Top priority. He will be okay, babe. Just needs some time.” She said, clicking the toes of her boots together. “Ready to go in now?”
——
You’d spent the afternoon making yourselves at home in the little house, a quaint place right on the water. The air still had a wintery feeling, but it didn’t stop the place from slowing down. You’d decided to take a walk down into town once the rain turned to a drizzle, seeing what all you could find in your short stay. It was straight out of a Hallmark movie; Main Street still bustled with people and tourists even this time of year.
You picked out a few spots you wanted to come back and visit, making mental note to remember them. Restaurants, record stores, gift shops…everything you needed in one little place.
It had gotten fairly late, and after a tiny takeout dinner, you had retreated to the oversized couch to watch a movie as you both let the jet lag set in.
“So tomorrow. Your birthday. You pick what we do, the whole day.” Elle said as the two of you cuddled up under a blanket when the movie was over.
“The whole day?” You said, scratching your peach fuzz.
“Yep. Morning into night.”
You picked her legs up from the floor and brought them to rest in your lap, massaging her muscles. “Hmm, well I think we should start off taking a shower, and you can wash my hair with that smelly-good stuff you have…” you let your hand travel up her leg, fingers digging into her thigh.
“Then we can walk down to that Bread & Roses place and get coffee…then spend the day just exploring, maybe go out on the boat and see the humpbacks…” your hand ghosted over the hem of her sweatpants, fingers slipping in just barely as she let her eyes bore into yours.
“Mmmhm, then what?” She said.
“Then we can come back and get ready for dinner, you can put on that sexy black dress I saw you put in your suitcase…” your hand snuck below her waistline now, hand grazing over her heat. She smirked hard.
“You saw that, huh?” She asked, clicking her tongue. “That was supposed to be a surprise, Sammy.”
“It still will be, baby. You never cease to surprise me. So then we can go get some seafood, and drink too much wine…” you watched as she began to lose composure at your touch, as you slipped a digit between her folds.
“Way too much wine…” she breathed, arching her back just a little.
“Wayyy too much…” you agreed, allowing your hand to go to work as you maintained eye contact.
“Then we can cuddle up right back here again, and do this again…and again and again…” you slipped your middle finger inside her as her legs fell open under the blanket, and her jaw fell slack.
You sat still, half of you wanting to grab her and take her into the bedroom, the other half wanting to sit here and undo her, with her completely at your will.
You watched as her hands stayed under the blanket, gripping your thigh underneath you. Her face was contorting into beautiful and blissed-out expressions as you worked, hooking your finger slowly deep inside her. “Again and again?” She panted.
“Uh huh, as many times as you want…” you replied, moving your thumb to make tiny swirls on her sweet spot.
“How’s that feel, baby? Feel good?” You asked her, voice low and gravely against the sound of the rain picking back up again.
“Yeah, feels so good…” she moaned a high pitched sound, letting you know she was enjoying herself. “But Sammy, it’s your birthday. You should be the one getting all the special treatment.”
“Eh, yeah maybe. But watching you like this…it’s it’s own special kind.” You began moving your pace a bit faster, adding another finger inside her.
Her head tilted back as her hands gripped your leg harder, completely falling apart right here on your lap. She hummed and gasped for air, her knees opening and closing over and over.
"Sammy, please…keep goi-"
“We’ve got three whole days for you to treat me, baby. Right? You gonna do that for me later, too?”
She nodded hard as her hips began to grind up into your hand. “Of course I will baby. Whatever you want. It’s all yours...” She brought her eyes to yours again, giving you a look that came straight from another world. God this woman…
You brought your face closer to hers, gritting your teeth. “You know what I want right now, Eleanor…go ahead and give it to me…” you growled in her ear.
Seconds later she was coming undone at your words, riding out her high as you continued to move your hand in and out of her, mouthfuls of pitiful words falling from her lips. You swear you could never get enough of her like that, and you weren’t sure you would ever get tired of it. Even if you got nothing in return, just watching her fall apart at your mercy was enough.
“Fuck Sam, that was…a welcome surprise.” She laughed, letting her arm fall over her eyes. “I like the idea of us just doing that kind of thing over and over and over again..” She sat up a bit, wrapping her arms around your neck. “What time is it?”
You clicked your phone screen on the table. “11:49.”
“Close enough.” She popped out from under the blanket, and dashed into the bedroom and then into the kitchen. You heard the refrigerator door open and close, and a few seconds later she was coming back into the room with a plate, with a lit candle sticking out of something on the top.
“Happy birthday to Sammy, happy birthday toooooo Sammy…” she sang, a giant smile on her face as she held her hand in front of the flame while she walked. She set the plate down in front of you. “Make a wish, silly!” She beamed.
You smiled hard at her, rubbing your hands together as you closed your eyes, making a scene out of making your wish.
For the love of all that is holy, please let this discussion I’m about to have with Elle go smoothly, please don’t let her leave me, and please help her to know that she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me…
You opened your eyes, and blew out the candle. She clapped her hands and took the candle out, bringing the plate up in front of your face. You could hardly make out what it was in the dim light of the room.
“That smells amazing, what is that?” You asked.
“My granny’s old recipe for homemade cinnamon rolls!” She answered, running her finger along the top of it, taking some icing and licking it off.
“When did you make these?!” You asked.
“When you were out running errands the other day. Here, try some…” she handed you a fork and you both dug in.
“Holy shit, Elle. That’s the best fuckin thing I’ve ever eaten. Please marry me tomorrow.” You said with a full mouth.
She blushed hard. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!” She laughed, sitting back onto the couch and covering herself with the blanket. You placed the plate back on the table, and laid back with her.
You were trying your damnedest to find the right time to talk to her, tell her what you’d done. You knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, and you absolutely expected the worst. You deserved anything she threw your way, and you’d prepared yourself for her to pack her things and leave when you got back home.
But for right now, her yawns were becoming more and more frequent. And you decided it could wait until tomorrow. For now, you’d let yourself enjoy the peace of her presence, just for a little while longer.
“Happy birthday, Sammy.” She said as she gave you the sweetest look, adoration filling her to the brim. It hurt your heart, to know that tomorrow you’d probably be breaking hers.
——
The next morning you and Elle walked hand in hand along the beach, picking up shells as you sipped your coffees. It was chilly and breezy, and the beach wasn’t too crowded just yet. There was more rain in the forecast though, calling for heavy showers and colder temperatures all night.
“Oh my god babe, look!” You suddenly called out, picking a shell up from the sand and bringing it over to her. “It’s abalone! This is my favorite shell!”
You both examined it, cleaning off the bits of sand to let the iridescent rainbow colors shine through.
“Guidance.” Elle said.
“What?”
“These symbolize guidance, within like, relationships and love.” She went on, giving you a tiny sweet smile. “Are you looking for guidance with something, Sammy?”
Uh, fuck. Yeah, kinda. Wow.
You shrugged, gulping down a hard swallow. “Guess it’s always cool to have a little extra help from the…ocean, hah.”
Elle giggled. “So how does 23 feel?” She asked, pushing her heavy waves behind her ear. The oversized sweater she had on was draping over her shoulder, sitting perfectly on her tiny frame.
“Feels like 22 but cooler.” You answered, kicking through the icy water, sticking the abalone in your pocket. “How is 24?”
“It’s the best year I’ve had yet.” She smiled, always being the glass half-full type of person.
“It has been a good year, hasn’t it?” You answered. “Except for, well, our most recent bummer. Hopefully this doesn’t set the pace for the rest of tour…”
“I hope not.” Elle went on. “You wanna walk down to the pier and get a sandwich or something?”
The two of you made your way to get lunch, stopping at little gift shops along the way. You’d ended up underneath the pier after you ate, the air slowly getting cooler as a drizzle blew in. Elle was standing next to one of the pier beams, looking at all the clusters of barnacles stuck to the sides.
“Elle sells sea shellllls…” you sang as you approached her. “Ew, that’s gross. What are all these things?” You asked, flicking away at some of the crusty old growths.
“Don’t take them off! They’ll die if you remove them!” Elle swatted your hand away.
“Shit, my bad.” You hopped back, hands up in surrender.
“Look, babe…” she pulled her arm in front of her, gently grabbing a tiny shell from the cluster. “Ammonite…” she said, bringing it close to her face.
“Well great, now it’s gonna die!” You complained.
“No, this isn’t a barnacle, dummy. It’s an ammonite shell. Do you know how rare these are? And look, it’s opalized…” She said quietly, the wind blowing her hair in front of her face.
“No, I don’t guess… how do you know all this stuff?” You inquired, truly impressed that she did. “You didn’t even grow up near the ocean…”
“I know a lot of cool things, Sammy.” She said blankly, still closely inspecting the perfect spiral shell, in pure awe that she found it.
“Why don’t you keep it? I can make you a necklace or something out of it.” You suggested.
“Really? Can you?” She said, finally smiling.
“Sure. Couldn’t be too hard. Little dremel action. I’ll figure it out.” You promised her. You knew you’d give her anything in the world if it meant she’d give you that sweet smile again.
“I’ll wear it every single day. Never take it off.” She said, slipping it in her coat pocket for safe keeping.
“And what does the mighty ammonite shell symbolize, oh Wise Knower of All Things Ocean?” You teased.
She rolled her eyes and laughed again. “Change. Just, change.”
——
The rain was falling heavier now, as you and Elle munched on your seafood takeout, opting to stay in with your dinner and wine instead of going out. She’d set the table nicely, lit candles and transferred all the food from the to-go boxes onto nice plates. You cracked a few windows, letting the smell of the rain mixed with the ocean air blow in slightly through the house. You were nearing the bottom of your first bottle of Chardonnay, fully intending on starting the second bottle the minute it was empty.
“Babe, you didn’t have to put the sexy black dress on, I was just kidding.” You joked.
She scoffed. “Of course I did, it’s your birthday. Gotta wine you, dine you, and give you a show. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?”
You giggled. “I’m also glad you got oysters. You know what they say abou-”
“Sam. We all know. You say it every single time we eat oysters…” she rolled her eyes as she sipped her wine.
“What? No I don’t, it’s true though…” you defended yourself.
“I know it is.” She sighed. “That’s why I ordered them.”
“That’s my girl…” you gave her a flirty and devilish laugh. “You’re already killing me in that dress, it’s…truly something. Hope these oysters work their fuckin’ magic…” you said.
She stood from the table, swishing her hips from side to side, knowing she was giving you a show. “All finished, Samuel?” She asked in a sultry voice as she leaned down low, putting her boobs in your face as she took your plate.
“Yes…all done…” you were quickly falling into her trap, getting more turned on with every passing second just by watching her.
“I’ll do the dishes later, we’ve got other things to attend to, hm?” She said, walking back over and straddling you in the chair. She brushed your hair back, hands wrapped around your face as she took you in. Finally she connected her lips to yours, brushing her wine-soaked tongue into your mouth. Her hands wrapped around your head and your neck as she started kissing you harder, giving you immediate indication of exactly what she wanted. God, you were already so turned on, but, you were also bursting at the seams to tell her. You had to talk to her, right now.
You pulled away quickly. “Stop. Elle, stop.”
“What, babe? What’s wrong?” She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
You began to stand the two of you up, hand in hand, walking to the couch to grab the blanket and lead her into the sunroom. The wall was nothing but big windows, a perfect view of the now stormy waves blowing up onto the beach. There was another giant couch in here, plush and white and covered with pillows. You sat down, motioning for her to join you.
She sat, and you threw the big blanket across you again. “What is it, Sam? You’re scaring me. Is something wrong?”
“No. Well, yes. Yeah, actually.” You took a breath as you took her hands under the blanket, preparing yourself for the storm that was about to hit. The guilt was eating you alive.
“Elle, you know I love you more than anything, anything in the entire world, right?” You prefaced, looking her directly in the eyes.
“Yeah, I know. God Sam, what? What is it?” She asked, anxiety setting in.
“Just let me…” you huffed, running a hand over your face. “That night, in Vegas. I, uh. I did something really bad, Elle.” You felt a lump form in your throat, watching as her eyes filled with dread.
“After Jake left, and you got sick and went to sleep, um. Y/N and I went to smoke, and…things kind of…”
“No, Sam. No…don’t…” she said, letting go of your hands.
You stayed steadfast in your confession. “We hooked up, Elle. Behind your backs. I did it, and…I have no excuse at all. It just… happened. And we both had immediate, immediate regret. It was the most stupid decision I’ve ever made in my life, Elle. And I can never take it back. I will never forgive myself, ever. You don’t deserve that, you never did. And I put our relationship in jeopardy. After everything we built. And I’m so, so sorry baby.” You began to cry a little, seeing the look on her face. She stayed silent.
“I’m so sorry. I should have told you immediately after it happened. But I’m stupid, I guess. I don’t expect you to forgive me. Hell, ever. But I just… wanted to tell you. I couldn’t lie to you any more.” You bit your lips together as the tears fell. You felt relief, but not the good kind.
After a few seconds of hell, she finally spoke. “Does Jake know?”
You nodded. “Yeah, he knew the night it happened. I’m so sorry Elle. They both begged me to tell you, even threatened to do it themselves. But I made them promise me they wouldn’t. It had to come from me.”
"So you lied to me, all that time. All the times we had sex…you told me you loved me, you…” she shook her head, standing from the couch. “You lied to me, Sam. For a good while, why did you-"
“I’m so sorry Elle. Yes I did, I lied to you. And I…I don’t know why I did. I guess I just, everything with Jake happened so fast, and it was so scary, and I was in a weird headspace with that, and worrying about him. And then tour got postponed, I just– I should have told you. As soon as it happened. And I apologize for making that horrible decision. It was thoughtless, Elle. And you don’t deserve that. Neither does Jake.”
She shook her head, letting everything hit her as she sat back down on the other end of the couch. She wiped away a few stray tears. “I think I need a minute. Can you…”
“Yes. Whatever you need. Just, come back to me, soon. Please Elle. Please don’t leave.” You begged, walking slowly to her and holding out your hand. She didn’t grab it. She looked away, pulling a pillow from the stack and curling her body around it, looking out the windows as the rain pounded.
Fuck.
What now?
You retreated back into the kitchen, blowing out the candles and closing the windows. You kept your mind distracted and your hands occupied, cleaning up the table and doing the dishes. You cleaned the entire kitchen, wiped down the counters and even scrubbed the sink.
She just needs a minute. Just needs some time.
After you cleaned until there was not a thing out of place, you grabbed your acoustic from the case in the bedroom, sitting back on the couch in the living room to play a little, hoping it’d bring you some solace.
What came out first was the Age of Machine riff that you wrote so long ago, on a rainy day just like this one. You remembered the day you played it for Jake, thinking it was just going to be something he brushed off.
“Wait, wait…what was that? Do that again.”
“That’s fuckin' scary, Sam. God damn…let’s keep going with it.”
Your fingers plucked away as your mind raced over what had just happened. Was she crying? Should you go in there? Then it hit you, her favorite song.
You began to strum the first few chords of Anthem, hoping she’d hear and come back in and be ready to talk. You hummed along, remembering again when you all wrote it. How simple it was. No frills, nothing fancy. Just good guitar, simple percussion, and really powerful lyrics.
You played for a long while, moving then into something else entirely, big foreboding bellowing sounds then tight and cheery ones, letting the thoughts running through your mind come out through your hands. Darkness fell completely in the house, and you started to worry about Elle, and if she would ever come back.
“Sammy.” You finally heard. You popped up, turning around on the couch to face her.
She walked over slowly, eyes puffy and red and face swollen with tears. She sat carefully on the edge of the couch as you sat up, wanting nothing more than to console her.
“I was going to sleep with Jake that night.” She said finally.
“Uh, yeah? You…you were?” You were caught off guard, knowing that that night had gotten really wild really fast; you knew that while you were busy with Y/N, Jake and Elle were entertaining themselves. You remembered though, not harboring much feeling about it.
“Yes. We talked about it. We were going to…because we assumed you guys were going to, too. Well, at least I assumed…” she scooted a little closer to you as you listened. “Jake and I were…very close that night. And I even texted him and apologized for coming on too strong. But, then Josh called, and I got sick…”
“Yeah, yeah baby that’s exactly how it went. And that’s when I made my decision.” You answered.
“Sam, stop.” She shook her head. “I’m not mad at you, really. I’m… very disappointed. That you lied. Y/N too. My best friend, your best friend.” You nodded. “But that night was so crazy, so uninhibited, we were all, all over the place…I’m sure you were all surprised at me and Y/N taking things where we did, and that’s something else I never really talked to you about. We never…none of us ever talked it through. I guess I know why now…”
“Jake, was he…?” She asked.
“Pissed? Yeah, unbelievably so. Elle, they aren’t together anymore. They’ve been broken up for about a month. Well, since that night. They’ve been lying to us all to keep morale up, keep things normal. But, yeah. They broke up.” You explained.
“What?” She said. “No, fuck! God, Sam. What on earth…”
You nodded, feeling sad for them, too.
“When I texted Jake to apologize, he didn’t tell me that. He barely even remembered he and I being so…close. Sam, if things hadn’t gotten stopped, I was…” she caught her words, shaking her head as she tried to speak. “I was going to ask your permission. I was going to see if you were going to be with Y/N. Because I was going to be with Jake.”
Hm. Okay, well. This conversation wasn’t on your bingo card for the night of your 23rd birthday.
You leaned back on the couch. “What a fucked up situation.” You relented. “But, you aren’t mad at me? How is that even right, Elle? I cheated on you.”
“Yeah, you did. And fuck you for that, truly.”
Deserved that.
“Absolutely, yes. Keep cussing me out. Fight me, slap me if you want. Catch a plane and leave, go back home and pack your things, I get it. I deserve that, because I don’t deserve you, and your heart, Elle. Your big, beautiful, smart, intense and over caring heart. You’re a million times the person that I could even think about being. Just when I think I have shit figured out, you always come and knock me on my ass with something better. You make me want to be better, Elle. All the time.”
“When I’m challenged with something, anything at all, I literally ask myself, ‘What would Elle do?’ I swear to god I do that at least once a day. You inspire the ever living fuck out of me. You make me laugh, because you’re always so unapologetic about being your pure self. When you left, that first time, I swear I didn’t know how I was going to make it. You disappeared, and I was lost for so long, Elle. And when you came back, god, it was like I was whole again.”
You held your head in your hands, listening as a low roll of thunder rumbled in the distance. You thought about Y/N, and how for the longest time, both of them took up space in your mind. Your feelings for them were the same, in love with two people at once. But then, out of nowhere, it hit you.
You moved to Elle, taking her hands in yours. “When I picture my future, when I’m older and we slow down, or whatever. It’s always you there with me. It always has been. Watching Jake in that hospital bed, and watching him fight to breathe as they took him away, his face turning blue and purple as he reached for me, it kinda. Ah, it…” You felt tears beginning to come, now. You hadn’t told Elle about that yet. She squeezed your hands again as you pinched the bridge if your nose, pushing that visual away.
“I watched him go through something that I should have never seen, Elle. It kinda made me realize what’s important in life, cheesy as that sounds. And later he told me that he saw nothing but Y/N’s face as he was blacking out. It made me start thinking…” you were crying hard now. “If that were me, I would see your face. I’d want to see yours. The last person I’d think about, it would be you.”
She sighed deeply as she dried your tears. “Sammy, babe…”
“I love you, Elle. Way too much. So much that it scares me, sometimes. Because…I don’t know what to do with my emotions. You make me feel a way that I’ve never ever felt before. And it’s terrifying. And I run from it. I don’t know why, but I do. Maybe that’s why I made the decision that I did that night. Because I still didn’t want to admit it to myself.”
“Admit what, Sam?”
You took her chin in your hand, bringing your face close to hers.
“That I meant what I said when I was eating that cinnamon roll last night.” You said nervously, every nerve ending in your body on fire.
Finally, finally, she laughed. Rolled her body back on to the couch and laughed. In absolute stitches.
“I’m not marrying you tomorrow, Sam.”
You giggled at her display, feeling like three million pounds had been lifted from your body. You chased her, laying over top of her on the couch, bringing your faces close together as she brought you into her embrace.
“No, not tomorrow…”
——
The storm had intensified, thunder and lightning coming every minute now. You and Elle had spent the last half hour curled up with each other, doing nothing at all but being intimate. Talking, laughing, apologizing and explaining…you let more secrets be shared with her that night than you had ever shared with her before. You got down into the roots of some things, telling her detailed stories and experiences, and letting her know how much you cared for her.
It felt like you had reconnected with her on a cellular level, somehow, and you were thanking your lucky stars that she even was letting you sit with her. It was definitely not how you saw your night going when all of this began. Maybe blowing out that candle really worked.
“Can I kiss you, Elle?”
The very fiber of your being felt like it had been reset, all the reasons you loved her flowing back through your body like a flooding river. The way she kissed you back, the way she touched you, felt like the very first time. You didn’t deserve this…
“I’m nervous, for some reason…”
You picked her up and carried her slowly to the bedroom, never disconnecting from her lips the entire way. You laid her gently on the old mattress, the iron bed frame squeaking as she fell. She still had her black dress on; it accentuated her curves so perfectly and was cut right at her mid thigh…she slid one strap down, pulling it to sit low on her shoulder, before pulling the whole dress down and off, revealing her black lace set. She made intense eye contact with you, bringing her knees toward her chin as she reclined on her elbows.
“Stop giving me those eyes, Eleanor…you know I can’t say no when you do that…”
“Then don’t tell me no…”
You reached down and took your boxers off, letting them fall to the floor as you inched yourself toward her on the bed. You were positively dizzy, the feeling of her skin on yours igniting you into a fire that blazed differently than it ever had before. Her mouth connected to yours in such a way that felt like you were bonded together, feeling every tiny touch and movement as if it were magnified. You were still anxious, nervous for some reason. Like you were about to sleep with her for the very first time. But she comforted you, kissed your sweet spots, walked you through learning her body again.
“Don’t be nervous, Sammy. It’s just me…it’s okay…”
“I know, baby..but the way you touch me sometimes…god.. I swear I could love you all day, and all night for the next hundred years and I’d still never get tired of you…”
It was something brand new. She pushed you back into the pile of pillows, crawled over top of you and flipped herself around with her back to you as she straddled your lap. What a fucking view. She leaned down and connected her sweet mouth to you, licking and pulling and pushing, hands in a soft fury to prepare you for her. Your hands reached down and pulled at her hair, directing her throat to be just where you needed her without forcing her…in and out…her mouth was pure euphoria..hot and wet euphoria.
“You not gonna touch me, Sam?”
Her free hand reached back and ran a finger along the lace barely covering her ass, pulling it to one side as she invited you to touch her. You pulled it more to one side, and her back arched hard for you, revealing her dripping entrance as she continued to close her throat around you. You brought your hand to her, feeling her wetness soak your fingers. “Mmhm…” she hummed around you, causing your dick to jump in her mouth. “Keep feeling me Sam, keep touching me like that…”
The visual was insane, the lightning like camera flashes into the room, each time burning the erotic images into your mind. Your fingers were working her, deep and slow as she hummed her lips around you, bringing you closer and closer…you were sure you’d never felt her like this ever before.
“So gorgeous, my Eleanor…your mouth feels so fucking good baby…”
She arched more for you as her mouth popped hard off the top of your dick, the loss of contact almost bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you to fuck me into this mattress, Sam. Can you break my back, baby?”
You were putty. Melting and running all over the place. You pulled her back, disconnecting her mouth from you as you brought your tongue to her entrance, suddenly feeling the need to taste her. So fucking delicious. You let your tongue delve into her as far as it could go, reaching into her as she pushed herself backwards onto your face.
“Fuck, Sammy…yeah…”
She was whining as you ate her, flipping and flitting your tongue into her as the thunder rolled louder now. Right as you felt her body begin to shake, you repositioned yourself, standing high on your knees behind her as you pulled her panties to the side again, ripping them just a tad in the process. You teased her, the head of your dick begging to push all the way into her, fill her up with everything you had.
“Do it, Sammy please…I can’t wait any longer, fuck…”
She buried her head in the bed, her hands reaching into her hair to grasp it. “Huh uh, my job…” you fisted her hair, tightening it around your hand and pulling her head back slowly, but forcefully as you slowly entered her. Thick and sticky and so ready for you, she felt like heaven. Her sounds alone were enough to get you there, so you pulled back harder. “Arch it for me baby, I know you can do it…”
Her body was at an almost 90 degree angle as you fucked slowly and languidly into her, pushing as deeply as you could go, one hand tangled in her hair and the other pulling on her hip…giving you leverage to move her into just the right spot. She spread her legs a little, lowering herself into the bed a bit more, and allowing her to fuck back into you.
You both were moving slowly, her body dipping low with each thrust and meeting you perfectly as you hit her g spot. “Don’t fucking stop, Sam…right…fucking…there…” she was whining, mewling and purring sounds into the air.
“You want it harder, baby? Think you can take it?” You asked as she nodded. The thunder was clapping now as her asscheeks hit your thighs repeatedly, her muscles flowing like shockwaves with each hit.
You pulled yourself out, earning a groan of displease from her. Hand still tangled in her hair, you stood from the bed and pulled her along with you, walking her to the wall by the bed. You gently pushed her against it, letting her cheek fall flat against the white paint. You lifted her left leg up, hitching the back of her knee in the crease of your elbow.
“Spread for me, babe. There you go…”
And you entered her again, pushing her into the wall. She was considerably tighter like this, and the new position garnered you almost complete control. She was almost unable to move at all. But her sounds continued to fill the room…you knew she was loving it just as much as you were.
“I’m close, baby…almost there…” she said, breathless and sweaty as you fucked up into her.
“Hang on, go with me…I’m right there too…goddamn you’re so fucking tight…”
Your name poured from her mouth as you poured into her, bodies shaking together as you pressed your front against her, her forehead rolling against the sheetrock. When your head came back into one piece, and her body stopped jerking, you snuck your hand around in front of her, between her legs, finding her clit and immediately rubbing small circles.
You went insane on it, flicking it from side to side as you continued to press her into the wall, your still-hard dick resting comfortably inside her. Her cries sounded almost close to tears. You kissed the back of her neck, biting into it as you felt her writhing again.
It surprised her, the overstimulation making her shudder. Her body stiffened as you worked your middle finger over her already swollen bud, begging her to let go again. Her walls were still squeezing around you, still inside her. You almost felt like you could let go again, yourself.
“I know you’ve got another one in there, baby. Let me have it…give it to me again…”
Her hand reached behind her and grasped your shoulder, pulling your torso against her back, fingers digging into your shoulder muscle like she was holding on for dear life.
Within seconds she was soaking your dick all over again, her knees threatening to buckle as she doubled over. Her cries were almost pathetic, shrieking and breathless as she came again.
“There it is, just for me…so gorgeous Eleanor…” you growled into her ear.
When she finally came back to life, you pulled yourself out of her, but still kept a firm hold around her limp body, walking her carefully back over as you both crashed back onto the bed in pure exhaustion.
After a few minutes, she perked up lying on her elbow, looking at you with so much love in her eyes.
“What?” You asked, smirking as you rolled to rest on your elbow too.
“Do you really want what you asked me while you were eating the cinnamon roll?” She peeked through one eye. Her words made your stomach drop and your mouth go dry.
“Yeah, I do. One day, down the road. I can picture it…” you rolled over to your back, looking at the ceiling. “Three kids, maybe four. All really close in age, so they can grow up together like we did. I want to find a big house with a bunch of land, so I can have a massive garden. And a bunch of dogs. Giant kitchen with tons of windows…and all four of my pianos in different rooms. I’m gonna teach all the babies how to play every instrument that I can, whatever they want to learn. The house will be filled with music all the time. And I wanna write songs about them, and for them…that’s what I want.” You huffed a breath, looking back over to her.
“And you know what the best part will be?” You asked.
“Tell me.”
“That you’ll be making those cinnamon rolls for us every week…all the time…the kids will love them…” you brought yourself over to kiss her. “And they’ll love you… and I’ll love you…until we’re old and gray, baby. Until the day you tell me not to. I promise. I promise, I promise…”
—
JAKE POV
You hear her alarm go off on her phone, startling you from your sleep. Her face turned towards you as her own eyes fluttered open. She squeezed them back shut as she reached over to snooze her phone. You smile realizing it’s another morning you’ve woken up and she’s still in bed.
It’s warm under the sheets, you don’t blame her for not wanting to leave. If it were up to you the two of you would stay cocooned in the sheets all day. She throws her arm over her eyes blocking out the morning light, trying to get those five extra minutes. You lay there just looking at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she fights to get back to her dream.
Minutes later when her alarm sounds again, she rolls over towards it and groans, grabbing it from the charger and laying it on her chest.
You reach your hand out and place it on her arm, “You better get moving baby, Josh will be here soon.”
“I know, but I am so tired, we stayed up too late watching last night. I fell asleep in here, again.”
“We can take a break from watching if you want to.” you offer.
“No! I mean, we don’t have to. I just need to force myself out of here.” she giggles.
“Every night I ask you if you want me to take you back in there and you say no…You say you want to stay…” you goad.
“Ugh, I know Jake, sue me…” she says, tossing the blankets off of her, and standing from the bed.
“Don’t be like that…You know I don’t want you to anyways. Like waking up to your face.” you smile.
She steps into the bathroom and shuts the door; your signal to start the coffee before she has to leave. It had been several nights since the family dinner and each one of them was spent twisted together watching a TV show until the both of you fell asleep. At least that was your excuse for it.
As the coffee pot started to gurgle, you grabbed a to-go mug, and waited for the pot to finish brewing. You leaned against the counter, scrolling through your phone as she stepped into the kitchen. She was in a pair of crimson colored leggings, and had on a sports bra that matched. Her hair was in a high ponytail braid down her back, resting just at the criss crossed straps of her sports bra. Shit she looked practically edible.
She had your flannel tossed into the bag hanging from her shoulder, and her birkenstocks in her hands, dropping them to the floor to slide into them as she approached you.
“Again, is there any type of viewing package at the yoga place.” you said, pouring the coffee into the mug.
“No, Jacob…” she says, rolling her eyes and reaching out to grab the mug from your hands.
You look at her again, somewhat jealous that Josh gets to spend the morning with her, looking like that. Fucker.
“I will be back after, okay?” she said, spinning on her heels.
“Hey, wait…” you asked.
You swallowed nervously as you grabbed her free hand in yours, “You wanna go do something tonight?”
She furrowed her brow, “Like what?”
“Something fun, just us. Like we used to.” you offer, feeling your heart beat out of your chest.
“Oh, like a date?” she smiles.
“Do you want it to be a date?” you ask hopefully.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” she grins, squeezing your hand.
“Okay, yeah, then like a date.” you say, releasing her hand.
You see Josh’s car pull up through the front door window, and look back to her, “Your ride is here…Be careful okay, check your surroundings…all of that…”
“Okay, I will I promise and Josh is with me. But…I’m excited… for tonight.” she smiles walking down the hallway. You are right behind her, ready to close the door, but as she slips out she spins around and places a barely there kiss on your cheek. “See you later…”
You smile as you watch her ponytail swing as she jumps into the passenger seat of Josh’s car, waving through the window as they pull away.
—
You spend much of the morning racking your brain for ideas of what the two of you could do tonight. You’d never felt so much pressure planning a date before, but then you realized. It’s Y/N, she won’t care what you’re doing as long as it’s you she’s doing it with. You knew just what to do, and you knew she would love it.
You grab a quick shower and dig through your closet, looking for something to wear down to the studio. Today would be your first meeting back with the guys to start practicing for the South American leg of tour starting up. You were itching to get your hands back on your guitar, ready to turn the amps to one hundred and just rip for a few hours.
Shortly after 11:00 you heard the front door open, and heard her setting her things in the hallway, kicking off her shoes.
“Jake?” she called.
“Up here!” you called out to her from the music room, checking out the strings on your guitar.
You hear her climb up the steps and round the corner, still looking gorgeous as ever.
“I’m back…” she giggled.
“I see that.” you smile, twisting the knob on the headstock.
“You excited to go play today?” she asked, leaning against the wall.
“Hell yeah, but you know what?” you asked.
“What?”
“I’m more excited for after…” you smiled.
“Yeah? What should I wear on my date with Mr. Jacob Kiszka this evening?” she smiles.
“Mmm…” you hum, rubbing your lips, “A dress. But bring a sweater or something.” you answer.
“I think I can work with those requirements… I’m gonna go take a shower, but, have fun today and don’t over do it, okay?” she pleads.
“I won’t, I won’t, promise.” you answer, sliding your guitar back into the case, and locking it.
“I’ll see you tonight?” she asks.
“Not soon enough.” you smile, watching her blush and run down the stairs.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket and as you pull it out you see a familiar name cross the screen.
misscarsonneely: Guitar question? I’m sure you’re never going to see this.
You smirk, it is a miracle you saw it.
You: I probably have an answer…
misscarsonneely: Wow, I can’t believe you saw this. Okay, so I have been feeling a little inspired lately and decided to put those new strings to use, but when I play it sounds…bad? Like off kind of? Maybe I just suck? Lol.
You smile and laugh, knowing exactly what the problem is.
You: I usually never check my messages to be honest, surprised I saw it too. How about you text me instead. I’ll get you fixed up.
You send her your number and wait for her message to come through, adding the new contact to your phone.
Carson
11:23pm: Have I reached the guitar guru hotline?
You
11:24pm: You have. So I think what you are describing is it being out of tune which happens sometimes when you put higher tension strings on. Could you maybe send me a video so I can be sure?
Carson
11:28pm: Do NOT laugh at me, it is the only song I know.
11:28pm: *Attachment*
You open the video and let it play, stifling back the laugh that escapes you when you hear ‘Cheeseburger in Paradise’ ringing out terribly through the speaker.
You
11:30pm: Okay, yes. So the strings I put on your guitar are all I had to choose from, and they are high gauge and high tension so they are putting your guitar under a little more stress than it's used to, so it is spinning the knobs itself to release that tension and its causing your guitar to lose its tuning. It’s probably going to do that a few times until the strings are settled, so just re-tune your guitar and you should be set. Well, until next time. ;)
Carson
11:32pm: I swear I’m not an idiot. I really did tune it yesterday and it sounded fine so when I picked it up today and it sounded like that I never thought that maybe it was just out of tune. God I’m sorry I bothered you with that.
You
11:35pm: No, I know you’re not. You just aren’t used to those type of strings. Asked Sam to grab some to give to Josh, and that's probably all I had in my kit.
Carson
11:36pm: And I appreciate it soo much. Thank you again for doing that.
You
11:37pm: My pleasure Miss Carson, let me know if you need help with anything else.
Carson
11:38pm: Thanks Jake. Promise I won’t bug you with more stupid questions. Lol
You
11:39pm: I can assure you you’re not bugging me. Not in the slightest.
Carson
11:40pm: Good to know ;)
You stare at the message for a bit before locking your phone and shoving it into your pocket. You grab your guitar case and make your way downstairs, grabbing your keys and heading out the door, set for the studio feeling happier than you had in weeks.
—
It felt good to be back to it. God it felt good. But it felt even better knowing you’d be back on the road soon. As much as you were enjoying your time at home with Y/N you craved to be out seeing the world. And it was even better when she was there with you.
You started small, playing through a few songs, working your stamina back up to what it was. You had another week or two before you left for South America and you were convinced that if you just came in and did a little bit everyday, you would be back to where you were. Almost like muscle memory.
After a particularly long jam session you checked your phone seeing that it was damn near time to leave to make it home in time to get ready for your date.
You slung your guitar strap over your head and turned off your amp, unplugging the pick up and beginning to pack up your things.
“Damn Jake, what lit a fire under your ass?” Sam asked.
“I gotta get out of here. Have plans tonight.” You replied flicking your glasses down over your eyes.
“With who…” Danny winked.
“Your motha…” you said in your best British accent.
“Good. Go. In fact what the fuck is taking you so long? Get outta here…” Josh said, shooing you out the door.
You turned to the guys and offered them a quick wave as you stepped out the door ready to wine and dine your favorite girl.
—
You stepped into the front door and deposited your guitar case against the wall, calling her name through the echoey house.
When you heard no answer you called out again, “Y/N? Where are you my love?”
“Jake?” She said, stepping out into the hallway as she fastened her earring. You nearly stopped breathing at the sight of her.
“Sorry babe, didn’t hear you come in!” She smiled walking over towards you.
“Is this okay?”’she asks, running her hands over her navy blue dress nervously before looking up at you.
“Everyday I think there’s no way you could possibly be more beautiful and everyday I wake up to just that. You look gorgeous.” You say, seeing the blush creep across her face.
“Jake…” she whines.
“It’s true. I’m going to change clothes and then I will be ready to go, okay? Why don’t you have a glass of wine and I’ll be out in a minute.” You say.
She nods and flits off to the kitchen as you turn on your heels heading for the bedroom. You had stewed over what to wear for your date all morning, finally deciding on a pair of pinstripe slacks and a black button up. You knew she liked it, and she was always particularly handsy when it came to you leaving your shirts open, so it seemed like the natural choice.
You kick off your jeans and your t-shirt and throw them in the hamper, hearing a knock on the closet door. You spin around and see her standing with a wine glass extended towards you.
“Can’t drink alone…” she coos.
You take the glass and laugh, “You’re not supposed to see me like this until after, baby….”
A short and sweet ‘hm’ leaves her lips as she spins away to let you finish dressing. You sip the red wine and feel your insides warm as you fasten the bottom buttons of your shirt. You slide on your slacks and a pair of loafers before picking a necklace from your wall.
You give yourself a once over in the mirror and step into the bathroom to spritz yourself with cologne, taking a deep breath and tossing back the rest of the glass of wine.
She’s sitting on the couch in the study, lazily scrolling through her phone as she sees you step out. Her eyes scan over you top to bottom lighting your chest on fire. Her gaze grows dark and she bites her lips together stifling back the words that want to escape.
Reaching a hand towards her, you ask, “Ready my love?”
—
“Two for Jacob…” you said to the hostess. She grabbed two menus and guided the two of you to a small candle lit table in the corner of the restaurant.
You pulled her chair out for her, letting her sit before pushing her in. You took the chair across from her, laying your napkin across your lap as she perused the drink menu.
“Can’t believe you got us a reservation here last minute… you know this is my favorite place in the city.” She smiled shyly.
“I know it’s your favorite and when I called earlier to see if they had any availability tonight I wasn’t hopeful but by some stroke of luck…” you trailed off. “Anyways, I’m happy they got us in. Fate I guess.” you smiled.
“Thank you, Jake… for doing all of this. For planning this and asking me…” She said.
“Of course baby, wish we could go out more. But I was thinking, how about when we are out on the road, you and I sneak off and find somewhere cool to eat in the long stop cities. Just us. Keep working on us…” you say, reaching for her hand. She laces her fingers with yours and you smile feeling her hand in yours.
She nods her head excitedly, rubbing her thumb over yours.
“Okay good. Can’t imagine being on the road without you, you know. Want to see the world with you.” you admit, seeing her eyes grow teary.
“Me too, Jake.”
A few minutes later the waiter arrived to take your drink orders, both of you opting for specialty cocktails, sure to have both of you feeling more relaxed in a matter of minutes.
As they arrived you tapped your glass to hers, “To our first date…” you smirked.
“And hopefully not the last…” she replied with a playful smile.
You both sipped your drinks, carrying on normal conversation and talking about all the cities you’d be traveling to in the upcoming months. You both ordered your food, and as you waited you checked the time on your phone to make sure you were still looking good.
“Have a hot date?” she asked with a smirk.
“Sure fuckin’ do…” you grin, “I was just making sure we’re good on time. Our next activity starts at a very specific time…”
“Oh, we are doing something else?” she asks.
“Yep, this is going to be a proper first date. When we are done here I am taking your to the movies, where I am going to spend half of it working up the courage to hold your hand.” you say.
“Oh gosh, well I will make sure I position my hand on the armrest just right to make it not look super obvious that I want you to.” she laughs.
“Can’t wait.” you smile.
“What movie are we seeing?” she asks.
“Well, that was the hard part. There were hardly any options. We have tickets for The Northman. I know it’s not really your thing but we can pick another if you don’t want to see that.” you offer.
“Jake…Do you think we’ve been watching The X-Files every night because I am really into alien mystery shows?” she asks.
“Um…” you hum.
“We could be watching Antiques Roadshow and I wouldn’t miss a single night…” she says.
“And why’s that Y/N…” you coax.
“You know why.” she smiles shyly.
“Tell me, I want to hear you say it.
“Because I just want to be there with you. Lay with you…Want to feel you run your fingers over my arms, and hear your laugh, and feel you twirl my hair between your fingers and kiss my head when you think I’m asleep.”
“So you aren’t leaving on purpose.” you smile.
“Absolutely on purpose.” she smiles.
“So don’t.” you reply, locking eyes with her across the table.
You feel her foot brush your leg and you swallow back the overwhelming urge to kiss her, and thankfully the waiter arrives with your food, putting a stop to your sudden urge.
The two of you continue to talk as you enjoy your food, downing another drink and sharing a few more laughs. You check your phone again, and see that you are right on time, as long as the bill comes in the next few minutes.
With the sign of your name on the line and the toss of a few bills on the table you are walking hand in hand down the sidewalk towards the movie theater, buzzing from the alcohol flowing through your body.
“Does my date require any concessions?” you ask, playfully.
“No your date is miserably full from dinner, but if you want something you should get it! I can’t even remember the last time you went to the movies.” she says.
“I can’t remember the last time I went either…” you say rubbing your lips. “Come on, let's go find some good seats.” you say, clasping her hand in yours as you step into the musky smelling theater, ready to hold her hand for the next two hours straight.
—
Obviously, the two of you rushed to the very top row of seats in the theater against the wall, any other seats simply not making any sense. You took the seat to her left, removing your jacket and setting it in the seat beside you. The advertisements before the previews began rolling, and your heart rate began to pick up. Why did you feel like you were 14 again, on a date with a girl you’d had a crush on for two whole weeks?
The two of you shared a few glances, her hands folded and rested comfortably under her chin as her elbows balanced on the armrests. Suddenly the lights went down, and the previews started. The quick heart rate from earlier got even worse. You didn’t know if it was the nerves from being on a real actual date with her again, or the fact that you were so starved for her touch after the week you’d had, but you found your insides rolling around on themselves with want for her. Her touch, any kind.
You looked at her with your peripheral, the light from the screen bouncing off her face. She smirked a little, feeling your eyes on her. You made it through the five or six new movie previews, but you couldn’t name one. All you could think about was the gorgeous girl to your right, shoulder to shoulder with you.
Finally the lights went down even more, and you noticed that the only other people that had made it into the theater was another couple around your age, who had chosen to sit down in almost the front row. A theater almost to yourselves.
The opening credits began, the loud music rattling the walls and chairs. You felt your palms begin to sweat with nerves, so you wiped them across the thighs of your pants, and rested your elbows on the armrests, jokingly fighting Y/N to claim the spot. You heard her laugh through her nose, moving her elbow around to make room for you.
“You know, if you wanted the arm rest all you had to do was ask.” She whispered, bringing her mouth to your ear. Instant chills. “And if you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is grab it.”
She pulled back, turning her attention back to the movie. Deep breath, it’s just Y/N.
You held your hand out, palm up, and she happily laid hers in it, interlacing your fingers with hers and squeezing tightly. Okay, good. Okay.
You looked to her, smiling ear to ear. The feeling of holding her hand was sending bolts of electricity straight up your arm, and you began rubbing your thumb across her knuckles.
The movie went on, you only paying half-attention to it. In an act of confidence, you brought her hand to your lips, lying a long and sweet kiss to her palm. She started gushing, shying away and giving you a smile so sweet you felt like melting. She then repeated your action, kissing each of your fingertips and then your palm, her mouth parted and half open as she slowly laid kisses all over your scarred hand, like she remembered where she pulled each and every shard of glass out all those years ago.
Then, she did something that caught you so completely off guard that you felt your head spin. She brought your pointer finger slowly into her mouth, running her tongue along it, closing her lips tightly around it, and lightly biting the tip…shit. You exhaled, getting so extremely turned on from such a simple act. Then, she switched your fingers, stretching it all the way to the back of her throat.
Fuck.
When she finally removed it, you were writhing in your seat. She turned back to the movie like nothing had ever happened. Your heart was beating in your ears as you decided to meet her energy, snaking your hand down to her thigh, letting it slip underneath her dress, and grip the tender part of her muscle. You watched as she scooted forward just a bit in her seat, obviously enjoying this game so far. You took it further, letting your hand travel higher and higher until your fingers were ghosting the fabric of her thong.
The next thing you knew, her hand was mirroring yours, traveling with a tight grip up the inside of your thigh. Shit shit shit. She didn’t slow down, she didn’t shy away. Her hand lightly grazed your bulge, before completely gripping it in her hand. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking directly at her, but the expression on her face was begging you to touch her more.
You let your hand go up further, touching her through her panties. You held eye contact as you both touched each other, driving the other absolutely insane. You were hoping and praying that she would move to unbuckle your belt, and like she was reading your mind, she did.
Your free hand moved to help her, your chest already heaving. She kept her eyes trained on the movie while you maneuvered your belt and zipper, and when you got everything unlatched, her finger tips sunk below the waistline of your boxers, pulling them out so she could reach her hand all the way in.
Fuck what is happening shit shit…
You felt your already damaged lungs lose every bit of air at her touch, her hand gripping your dick and squeezing it, moving her hand as much as she could with it still tucked away in your boxers.
You gathered your thoughts quickly…two can play this game, baby. You let your left hand pull her thong to the side, wasting no time in going straight for the place you knew would drive her wild. God, she felt so perfect. You’d almost forgotten…her hand on you mixed with the feeling of her on your fingers was making your vision blur. She scooted down in the seat a bit more, giving you more space to feel her completely. Should you…?
Just then, the door to the theater slammed, and in walked another couple, coming up the stairs and taking their seats near the middle of the theater. You closed your eyes, sighing a frustrated huff while you glanced to Y/N, her opposite hand covering her mouth.
She started to giggle. She removed her hand slowly, and you did the same. She was trying hard not to laugh out loud, holding her nose closed as she caught her breath.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” You whispered, readjusting yourself in your slacks.
“We’re acting like a couple of horny teenagers feeling each other up in a damn movie theater, and we almost got caught. It’s just funny, okay?” She laughed again through her strangled whispers, causing you to feel a chuckle leave your chest. It was kind of funny.
After you calmed down a little, you leaned in close to her ear, sharing the armrest now. “Doesn’t change the fact that even though I’m not a teenager, I’m still extremely fuckin’ turned on right now and I want to leave this movie as soon as humanly possible.”
She took a deep breath, teeth gritted tightly as she watched the screen. “Let’s go.”
——
You both made a mad dash out of the theater and toward the car, the brisk night air bringing you back to reality for the time being. What the hell just happened in there? As you made your way through the parking lot digging for your keys in your pocket, Y/N rushed up beside you, taking your hand in hers as you walked. Oh.
You gave her a knowing glance, and she gave you a glare that could’ve killed you. She really wants this to keep going…get it together Jake.
You both hopped in the car, and you started up the engine, backing out of the parking space. When you got on the road, you cleared your throat. Neither of you had said a word since you left the theater, and frankly, you had no idea what to say. All you knew was that you were absolutely starving for her, and the tension between you was so thick you could almost see it. Was this really happening? It’s been over a month…
You let your left hand drape across the steering wheel and your right balance on the console, nervously running your fingers over your lips.
“Are you anxious, Jake?” She finally broke the silence.
Uhhhh…
You cleared your throat once again, feeling the threat of a tiny cough tickle your throat, still not completely rid of your illness. “Yeah,” your voice cracked. “Yeah not gonna lie, Y/N, kinda anxious.” You told her truthfully.
“Me too.” She said meekly, sinking into the chair.
You reached your hand out for her again like you had in the theater, letting her grasp your fingers with hers. Still feels so perfect.
“Do you wanna go home? Or…” you asked, making sure she had the same thoughts as you.
“Yeah. Let’s go home.” She said.
“What uh, what about the rules?” You asked her.
“Well, we didn’t break rule #1, and we kinda broke rule #2…”
“We broke the fuck out of rule #2, babe.” You laughed.
“Yeah, well. I guess, since we never um. Stated a rule #4, it doesn’t really, technically exist, right?” She offered.
Holy fucking shit she wants to do it.
“Yeah I…I don’t remember us saying that one was in the book, do you?” You replied nervously.
She shook her head from side to side. “Won’t change anything though… We’re still, not…”
You nodded. “Right. Yes. Won’t change anything at all. Still very much…not together.”
“Right. Not together.” she said, looking at you longingly.
You brought her hand to your mouth again, this time not letting it leave your lips until you were pulling down your street.
——
HER POV
Did he really want to do this? Should you do this? As the car pulled up to the house he put it in park and shut off the engine, as he turned to look at you. Your hands were still clasped together but now rested on your lap. Your brain started to swirl with panic. Would this undo everything?
“Jake, I’m sorry I did that in the movie theater. I shouldn’t have.” you said quietly.
“No, I… It’s okay. I liked it…I’ve…missed your touch.” he replies.
“You have…” you question.
“Are you kidding me? Yeah baby…” he scoffs. “Come on, let’s go inside…”
You nod and open your door, stepping out onto the sidewalk as he rounds the front of the car to meet you. Your brain was still rushing with want but you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t. You shouldn’t be with him like that until the two of you were back together. Right?
“I can see you overthinking it.” he smirks, unlocking the front door.
“I’m not…I’m just…I’m scared it will undo all the progress we’ve made. That part of our relationship was always solid. I’m just scared we will fall back into how things were…” you explain.
“And what’s wrong with that?” he says, stepping inside and tossing his keys on the table.
“I was a terrible person. Partner…I just want to be what you need in a partner and back then, I wasn’t. You deserve better Jake.” you say.
He steps up to you and grabs your arms looking into your eyes, “I can assure you that you are everything I need. Everything I deserve. Everything I want. If you want to wait, it’ll fuckin’ kill me, but I will wait. I will always wait for you, Y/N. Okay?”
He slides his hand down your arms and twists his fingers with yours.
“Are you sure you aren’t mad Jake? I feel like I just teased you so bad, and you planned the most perfect date and now I am leaving you high and dry…We shouldn’t have taken it that far…” you say.
“Baby this was never part of the plan. I never expected anything. I just wanted to take you out, have a little bit of fun outside of the house. Everything else was just extra. And honestly just feeling your hand on me even if just for a minute was enough.” he pauses. “I mean I guess I was kind of expecting a kiss at the end of the date…” he says playfully.
“So walk me to my door and maybe you’ll get it…” you tease.
He releases one of your hands as he walks you to the guest room door pausing as you turn to face him, “Thank you for the date. It was so much fun…I hope we can have another one day…” you taunt.
“Mmm it’s looking pretty good so far…” he smirks, leaning his head towards you placing his hand on your cheek as he presses his lips to yours. You wind your hands around his waist and pull him closer to you. He pulls your bottom lip between his, sucking at it gently as his tongue swipes over it. You open your mouth just slightly to let him in, a gentle whine leaving your mouth.
“Mmm fuck…” he growls as he pulls away. “We have to stop. I want you so bad. I’m sorry Y/N. Anyways, thanks for coming with me tonight. I hope you… sleep well…” he says, stepping back from the doorway.
You twist the door knob and step inside, “You too…” you breathe, your head still rushing with want.
You close the door softly and stand there, heart pounding as you think about his mouth on yours, his lips, his hands on your skin. Your body fills with goosebumps and your breath catches in your throat. Next thing you know your hand is reaching for the door knob throwing it open ready to run straight to his room, but as the door flies open he's there, leaning against the wall.
“Jake…” you breathe.
“Baby…” he replies, pulling you into him.
Your mouths reunite once again but this time it's faster, more frenzied. Both of you positively dripping with need for the other. You tangle both of your hands into the hair at the base of his head as your lips fight to kiss every inch of his. His hands reach down and cradle your thighs, pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he walks both of you as quickly as he can towards his bedroom.
Your lips never part from him, kissing his jaw, his neck, fuck… anywhere you can reach. He kicks open the door walking straight to the bed and dropping you onto your back into the fluffy duvet.
He steps back from you, unbuttoning the last buttons of his shirt and throwing it to the floor. He kicks off his pants and rejoins you on the bed, hovering over top of you as his lips connect to the skin of your neck. He brings one of his hands to your chest, grabbing your tits as frantically as he can. His fingers hook into the strap of your dress, sliding the fabric down your shoulder to reveal your bare chest.
“Goddamnit Y/N…” he breathes.
You squirm underneath him, desperate to feel his lips on your skin again.
“Tell me you’re sure.” he demands.
“I’m sure! I’m sure! Please!” you beg.
He pulls your dress the rest of the way off of your body, leaving you both in just your underwear. He studies you, his eyes running over every inch of your body like it’s the first time he’s seen it. Your eyes flick to his nervously as his gaze grows darker.
He runs his hand down your chest, and over your stomach, letting his fingers graze your heat as he swipes them down your legs. Your hips buck up into his feeling his hardened length brush your skin.
He sees the look in your eye when you feel it, a smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. “Every fuckin’ day. Every day I have to fight that off. I’m not gonna fight it anymore baby.”
“Please Jake…” you beg.
His fingers hook into the lace of your thong all but ripping it from your body as he uses his knee to spread your legs. You’re breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling quickly as you wait for his touch.
“Where was I…” he said, swiping a finger through your wetness.
“Somewhere like here…” he said, pushing two fingers inside of you, causing your back to arch up off the bed.
“Yeah, yeah. Right there, huh baby…” he growled.
His free hand comes up to twist one of your nipples between his fingers, a whine leaving your lips at the sensation. “You always have made the prettiest sounds.”
He hooks his fingers up into you, as he lowers his lips to your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and biting gently.
“Jake…” you moan.
He releases his mouth from you, continuing to pump his fingers in and out, “Yeah baby?”
“I can’t wait. Please. Just…please.” you beg, reaching to pull his boxers down.
He pulls his fingers from you and pushes his boxers the rest of the way off, kicking them to the floor to join the rest of your clothes.
Your eyes travel down his torso to his dick, before you flick your eyes back up to his.
He snaps his fingers and points to the top of the bed, “Get in the middle.”
You quickly move yourself backwards as he crawls onto the bed between your legs. He bends down, licking a hot stripe up your center, as you sigh into the air.
His left hand comes up to rest next to your head as his right grips his length and drags his tip through your folds.
“Jesus Christ Y/N, I swear to god I’m not going to last five seconds.” he pants.
“If we’re going to break the rules, we are going to fucking break them.” you breathe.
With a grunt he presses inside you and a whine rips from your chest at the feeling. He is breathing heavy over top of you, trying to keep his composure as your insides adjust around him.
“Fuck me, you are so tight. Feels like the fucking first time I felt you around me…” he pulls his hips back to try to start moving, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lets out a breath.
“Shit, yeah I need a second.” he pleads.
“Jake, I need you to move. I need you to fuck me right this second.” you beg.
He swallows harshly and pulls back, before pressing into you again with a deep groan. You can see him fighting it, he wants to give you what you want. He wants this to last the rest of the night. You can feel every sweet inch of him as he moves inside of you, your walls clenching around him with every thrust.
“Jake…fuck…fuck I missed you. I…” you breathe, digging your nails into his back.
He attaches his lips to yours, licking into your mouth as he starts to move quicker, hitting your sweet spot with every stroke.
He lowers his lips to your ear, whispering into it as he works both of you towards release.
“You feel so fuckin’ good baby. My gorgeous fuckin’ girl…” he growls.
He starts to roll his hips, causing his tip to slide against your g-spot in slow meticulous strokes as he presses his hand to your pelvis to increase the pressure. You cry out in bliss as the sensation takes over your body.
“Feel good? Feel good when I fuck you like that? Been thinkin’ about it for weeks. The things I was going to do to you when I finally got you back…Better than I imagined baby. You always are…” he whispers.
He pulls out all the way, grabbing your knee and hooking it up over his hip as he presses all the way in to be fully seated inside of you. You clench down around him, and his eyes shoot open to lock with yours.
“I can’t hold it…” he breathes.
“Don’t…” you pant.
“Want you to cum with me.” he begs.
“I’m there… just keep going…” you answer.
He brings his thumb to his mouth, licking it before pressing it to your clit making rapid circles. You arch up into his touch, and whine.
“Yeah just like that love, you’re so close. My good girl, let me have it. Let me fill you. Can I do that? Can I fill my girl?” he coaxes.
“Please Jake! Fuck!” you cry, a tear springing from your eye.
“Now baby, right fuckin’ now!” he says, grabbing your hips and pulling you impossibly closer to him as his cock jerks violently inside of you. You feel the fire blaze through your chest as your release washes over the both of you, completely tearing your consciousness apart. He grunts your name as his warmth fills you, the room filled with breathy moans and whimpers.
He releases his grip on your hips trying to slowly pull himself out of you without making a huge mess, but as he pulls out, it spills out of you and onto your legs. He groans as he watches, his eyes flicking to yours, which you’re sure are completely blissed out.
He brings himself to lay on top of you, pressing his lips to yours over and over, until you’re both giggling and smiling.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t go longer. I…It’s been a month without you…” he says, rolling off of you and onto his side.
“Jake…I was barely holding on too. But…” you pause.
“But what…” he asks, running his finger down your sternum.
“But I want more.” you whisper.
“Oh thank god…” he says, turning your body onto your side, and pulling you into him. He lifts your leg and positions himself at your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you.
“I don’t know if I will ever get enough of you Y/N…” he whispers into your ear.
His hand reaches around to the front of you swirling his fingers over your clit as you arch into him.
“Oh fuck stay like that, keep your back arched like that, holy fuck…” he begs slowly thrusting in and out of you. He continues to whisper sweet praises into your ear as his hand travels over your body so softly, so gently.
His hand comes back up to wrap around your front holding you tightly to his chest. Suddenly you feel the air between you shift, this is no longer frenzied and furious sex, no, somewhere it shifted into slow and tender love making. There were no more harsh movements, there were no more dirty phrases. It was just you and him. The both of you showing each other you’re still here. You’re both still in there, loving each other, through it all.
He pulls out of you and you spin to face him, near tears as he presses his lips to yours in a kiss you know is laced with love and adoration. He pulls your hips towards him, as you part your legs to let him back in. He presses into you until he is fully seated and breathing in deeply the scent of the two of you together.
You wrap your arms around his neck as he slowly pushes and pulls in and out, his eyes never leaving yours once.
“Remember, that night in the hotel room, I told you to stop telling me you loved me.” he says, continuing to move.
“Yeah…” you breathe.
“Please don’t…” he begs.
You press your lips to his, your tongues tangling together as he moves inside of you.
“Why did you say it?” you ask.
“Because it was killing me that I couldn’t say it back…I never stopped loving you.” he answered, starting to pant.
“I found out right after that, what I did. Crawled into bed with you. Just wanted to be close to you. Had to tell you I loved you too. Couldn’t breathe until I said it. You didn’t hear it, but…” he continued.
“You do?” you ask.
He grabs you and rolls to his back, bringing you to sit on top of him. You spin around to face him, repositioning yourself on top of him, as you begin to roll your hips slowly.
“Y/N there is nothing in the world that you could ever do that would keep me from loving you.” he answers.
You lift off of him before dropping back down, repeating the motion until the both of you are crumbling closer to your second orgasm.
His hands guided your hips, as he talked you through it, his touch tender and loving as he spilled into you for the second time. You rolled off of him and into the bathroom to clean up, opting for a quick rinse in the shower before you both returned to the bed.
You helped him change the sheets and he disappeared down the hallway, returning with your pillow and your cell phone.
You pulled on one of his t-shirts and a clean pair of underwear before you slid into the bed next to him and cuddled into his side.
“Hey baby?” you asked, into the dark room.
“Yes?”
You rolled closer to him and looked up towards him, “What do you want to do for your birthday?”
“Hmmm…That…” he giggles.
You dig a finger into his ribs, “No seriously…”
“I am being serious.” he laughs again.
“Jacob…” you warn.
“I don’t know. I just want to spend the day with you…See Josh, and the guys…nothing fancy. Just want to do this. This feels good. Makes me happy.” he answers.
“Okay, okay…” you say, pressing a kiss to his bare chest.
“Are you excited to go to South America in a few days?” he asks.
“I am excited, I have always wanted to go to Brazil.” you answer.
“I can’t wait to take you, it's so beautiful there. There are so many cool places to eat and things to see…” he gushes, “...and to spend every night just like this…”
“Jake… we… won’t spend every night just like this though…” you say.
“What do you mean…” he asks, turning towards you.
“We…we’re in separate rooms, remember?” you remind him.
“No…cancel it, change it, or whatever…You sleep with me damn near every night Y/N…I’ve kind of grown partial to it…”
“I know baby, but this is part of that growing up thing I am working on. I think we need to stay separate while we are on tour. At least while we aren’t together…”
“I don’t want to be separate. I want to go out, play our shows, eat good food, and make love to my girl every night.” he says.
“Jake, we can’t do that either…” you say nervously.
“What so this was just…Just a one time thing?” he asks, stopping the hand that's been rubbing your arm.
“No…I don’t know, I don’t know what we are supposed to do but I feel like we need to limit it as much as possible. I know it will be hard but we have to… try.”
He lets out a sigh, “Okay, well, if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
“It’s not what I want Jake, but it’s what we need, as a couple. To keep rebuilding our relationship, without using sex as a buffer.” you say.
“I know. I just, need you…sometimes.” he admits.
“I know babe, me too. And I think sometimes is…fine. We just need to wait until neither of us can take it anymore and then…” you pause. “Think about how good it felt just now…”
“Fucking perfect.” he answers.
“Exactly, and I feel like emotionally our relationship is getting so much better. If we can just keep… doing what we’re doing…I think we can be together again and I can be the person I want to be for you.” you say.
He pulls you into his chest and kisses your head, “I know baby. I want you to be happy. I’m so glad you are still coming with us. With me. Still want to go eat at cool places with you. We can do that, right?”
“Yeah babe, we can do that.” you say reaching up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “And for the record I am fully intending on sleeping just like this all night long.” you say wrapping your arm around his waist and nuzzling your face into his neck.
“I’d be sad if you didn’t.” he says, wrapping his arms around you.
You both start to drift off, your mind swirling with thoughts of Jake and Brazil, when your phone chimes on your nightstand. Your eyes pop open and you roll over to grab it, squinting as you read the name.
Elle
11:47pm: We need to talk.
You lock your phone and set it on the nightstand, swallowing nervously as you return back to Jake.
“Who was it baby?” he asks, voice groggy and still half asleep.
“It was Elle. She wants to talk…”
—
The next morning you woke up almost exactly how you’d fallen asleep, tied and twisted with Jake, your limbs sweaty underneath the heavy covers. The memories of the night before came swirling back as the muscles of your insides began to throb. It really had been a while. But you welcomed the uncomfortable sensation, truly being thankful you could fulfill your human needs so effortlessly with him.
His hair was overtop of your face, just where you liked it. He stirred beside you, flipping his face to the other side, taking his locks with him. Then he propped up on his elbows, rubbing his face before looking at you with the sweetest smile.
“Mornin' sunshine.” You said, taking in the sight of him grinning with all his teeth. “You look like you got laid last night.”
“I’m on cloud fuckin’ 9, baby.” He giggled shyly, rolling himself to you and placing his elbows on either side of your head. “Actually got to sleep with the hottest girl I’ve ever seen last night.” He went on, laying sweet kisses to your lips.
“Oh really? How was that?” You played along.
His tongue brushed inside your mouth, instantly bringing back that feeling of want that lived deep in your bones. “Fuckin’ amazing. Perfect. I’d give you all the details, but…” he clicked his tongue. “Unfortunately I probably won’t get to do it again for a while, she said she wants to take things slow.”
“Ahh, that sucks. Well, maybe from time to time, when you’ve both built up so much tension…” you let your hands travel down to grip his ass, letting your fingernails dig in and pull him toward you, pressing his morning hard-on directly to your heat.
“…you both can talk about it again. Ya know, just hooking up every once in a while. You’re both adults, right?” You suggested, leaving the conversation open ended.
He moaned through a little cry, pushing himself against you again. “We are both adults. Nothing wrong with some healthy sex every once in a while, right?”
You pressed your lips to his again, licking into his mouth as you felt him hold himself back. “Nothing wrong with it at all…” he mumbled. “God you’re fuckin killing me again, Y/N. I gotta get up. Gotta go, do something…anything…” You giggled as you watched him walk to the bathroom, still completely nude. “Let’s go get coffee.”
——
Half an hour later, the two of you were sitting outside of your favorite coffee shop, sipping from your cups and sharing an oversized blueberry muffin.
“My abs are sore.” Jake said quietly as he stirred his coffee.
“Sore? From what? We hardly lasted five minutes each time…jeeze. Must be out of shape…” you shook your head at him playfully.
He scoffed. “Ugh leave me alone, it’s been a while. Plus I haven’t exercised in like, two months. I almost died of fuckin’ pneumonia and laid in a bed for two weeks, did you forget?” He spat back, sounding bratty as hell.
“Hm. Well. Guess you’ll just have to build that stamina back up then, won’t you?” You winked.
The courtyard in front of the coffee shop was semi crowded, lots of people with dogs and baby strollers. You watched as a young mom pushed a double carriage to the table beside you, parking it there and pushing the sun visor up to reveal two sleeping baby boys.
“Is anyone using this table?” She asked, taking her backpack off.
“No, no. All yours.” Jake smiled and moved a chair out of the way for her.
“Got some tiny ones there.” You said.
“They’re three months old today. Meeting my friend to celebrate their milestone with some coffee and way too much sugar!” She laughed.
“Oh, I bet you need all the caffeine you can get, huh?” You said.
“That’s an understatement…” she laughed as she waved her friend over to join her.
You and Jake sat in silence for a while, people watching and finishing your coffees. You started thinking, right then and there, about something that you truly hadn’t thought hard about in years. Something that, until recently, you’d buried away so far in your brain that you’d nearly forgotten, and the fact that you’d almost forgotten made you sick. A part of your life that you didn’t discuss, that you didn’t bring up, that was a secret from everyone you loved.
“What’s wrong baby? You’re being kinda quiet…” Jake interrupted your internalization.
You perked up. “Oh, nothing. Just kinda sleepy still.”
“Okay. We can take a nap later, if you want.” Jake suggested.
“Yeah, that sounds good to me, babe.” You answered blankly.
You both glanced over to the mom again as one of the babies woke up and started crying. You watched as she picked him up to console him, and watched as the other one instinctively opened his eyes at the sound of his brother’s crying.
“Ya know, me and Josh always used to wonder which one of us would end up with twins, since there’s such a big chance of that happening through generations. I always thought it’d be him.” Jake said.
You watched as the second baby moved his head around, eyes darting side to side, looking for his counterpart. Your heart nearly shattered into pieces. Even as young and tiny as he was, he looked lost, like his compass was going haywire…
“Watch it be Sam.” You responded.
Jake’s head snapped your way. “Really? You think? Why?”
You shrugged. “Just would be funny. Hey, you think your brothers would wanna come over for dinner tonight?”
“Yeah, probably. I think Sam and Elle are back, Danny texted me last night-”
“No, Jake. Just your brothers. Your blood ones.” You interrupted, earning a very strange look from him.
“Uh..I guess. I can… ask them. Why just them?” He pressed.
Your mind spun around as you tried to pull an excuse to get the three of them alone together.
“I want to talk to them. You. Just you three. About… everything.” You only half-lied. “Together, as a family.”
“Okayyyy, yeah, I’ll text them now. Uh, our house? 5:00?” He said, pulling out his phone.
“Perfect.” You took the opportunity to take your phone out as well, pulling up the text from Elle.
You
10:31am: Coffee tomorrow?
——
The rest of the day proceeded normally, you and Jake went home and did end up napping the rest of the afternoon away, him walking on eggshells at the uncertainty of why you wanted just Josh and Sam to come over this evening, but never pressing the issue with more questions.
“I’m starting the pasta babe! They should be here any minute!” Jake yelled from the kitchen as you finished up some laundry.
“Sounds good! I’m almost done here!” You shut the lid to the washing machine, nerves suddenly overtaking your body. You felt your face flush pink, and your stomach flipped over, making you feel sick. You leaned backwards onto the machine, fanning your face as the blood finally traveled back to your brain.
You rushed into the guest room, pulling the drawer to your nightstand open to reveal your barely-yet-used journal. You flipped to the last few pages, finding the old photograph perfectly safe there.
Fuck, you can do this.
Little did Jake know, you weren’t okay. You were terrified. And you were about to share with them your deepest, darkest secret.
——
“…and it wasn’t even the priest, it was his barber all along!” Josh had finished up with a twenty minute long joke, sending the four of you into stitches.
“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard, Josh. My god.” Sam said.
“Well, it made you laugh didn’t it?” Josh retorted, making Sam throw his hands into the air.
Dinner was drawing to a close, and you knew the guys were getting antsy with their curiosity of asking them here tonight. All three of them.
“Another bottle, guys?” You said, standing from the table and clearing some of the plates away.
“Yeah, sure. And also when you come back, can you bring the reason you asked just us two to come over tonight?” Sam snapped, turning around in his seat to face you. Fuck you, Sammy.
You turned to shoot daggers at him, only to be met with three of almost the exact same face staring back at you. You dropped the plates into the sink, admitting defeat.
You slowly walked back over to the table, taking your seat. The three of them leaned in closely, watching your next move. You cleared your throat.
“Alright, alright.” Deep breath. “So, this…isn’t easy to say…so forgive me if I get, a little emotional, okay?” You asked, looking to all three of them, the people you loved most in this world, looking at you with so much worry and concern in their eyes you could explode.
“We grew up together right? Since we were babies, and stayed so close all these years, so I feel like I can trust each of you, even after all the bullshit we’ve been through, what I ultimately was the cause of, right?”
They all nodded, speaking quietly that yes, of course you could trust them.
“Sam, my very first chosen friend. Always there for me and always my rock ever since we could walk. I think you know me better than I know myself, and that’s a little terrifying. Always calling me out on my shit, and helping me fucking cause it, too.” You giggled, hoping that one day all of the stuff that happened in Vegas could become a joke.
“Well, ya know...” He laughed.
“Josh, you’re such a good big brother to them. And to me, you always were. You don’t even know you’re doing it, but you keep all of us so grounded and so in line, and so in love with life that you should win an award. And thank you, for helping me here lately. Taking me out of my comfort zone and under your wing. I don’t think you know how much I appreciate it.”
He nodded a sweet you’re welcome.
“And Jake, what the hell. Where do I even start? I’m so excited about this new life we’re building together, and how supportive you’ve always been of me. All the shit I put you through, it’s been some of the most horrible and beautifully messy times of my life. And I’m so thankful for you and all you do for us.”
“I’m also so proud of you guys.” You said, looking to Jake and Sam. “After all that shit in Vegas, you two can still find a way to love each other. And I am so wholeheartedly sorry about how that all went down. From the bottom of my heart, I swear.”
Jake reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.
“I don’t know if you know, Jake, but Sam watched you go through something really traumatic in the hospital, and when he told me about it, god, it tore me to shreds. Seeing the love you guys all have for each other, it…” you couldn’t stop the tears that were forming in your eyes, as Jake squeezed your hand harder. “It made me realize some things. And I don’t want to run from it anymore. I want to share…everything. With you guys. With my family. Even my secrets.”
All three of them adjusted in their chairs, curiosity and apprehension written all over them. You stood up, went into the guest room, and re-emerged with your journal. You sat back down, and flipped to the very back page. You pulled the tiny photograph that was stuck between the pages, seeing it one last time by yourself before it became not only your secret, but theirs, too.
You turned it around so all three of them could see.
Sam and Jake simultaneously sat back in their seats, physically blown away by what you were showing them.
A blurry black and white sonogram image of a baby. Your baby. The one you never got to meet.
“It’s okay, it’s okay…it’s neither of yours…look at the date…” you said to them as you realized their instant state of panic.
“January 14, 2017.” Sam said, his breath falling out of him with relief. “Oh my god…”
“Baby, what the fuck is going on? What is this? Your name is on this…” Jake said, letting his emotions start to rise.
“Yeah, Jake. That’s because it was mine. Mine and Andy’s.” You relented.
You watched as their faces were painted with happiness, then shock, then sorrow.
“I never got to meet this baby, because right before I found out, Andy started showing his true colors in a more public way. Remember the night of the New Years Eve party? When he found us out on the porch?” You looked to Jake.
“The night he put his hands on me there, left bruises on my arms…all the horrible things he did even before that, you know. Well, I found out two weeks later. I didn’t tell him I was even going to the doctor to find out for sure.” Your tears finally decided to run over. “The night before my appointment, he was drunk. We got into an argument, he pushed me so hard into the wall that it busted a hole through. I thought for sure that if I was pregnant, I would have lost it that night, anyway. So I fought him off of me for another hour or so, let him pass out on the couch. The next day at my appointment, lo and behold, the baby was alright. But I wasn’t.”
“I was so devastated…the nurse at the clinic saw the bruises on me, noticed how much of a shell of a person I was, slipped me a brochure for noticing the signs of domestic abuse. God, it threw me for a loop…I never even thought that that was what I was enduring, all that time. Seeing it there on paper, that Andy was abusing me while I was being told I was most definitely going to be bringing his child into the world. It…fucking…” you were sobbing hard now, finally feeling the weight of the subject coming to the light like a weight off your entire being.
“I had to make the hardest decision of my entire life, that day. I had to decide. I had to keep myself safe, and I could barely do that. Andy was getting worse by the day. The thought of having to bring a baby…god, I couldn’t even…” you took a deep breath, feeling Jake’s arms wrapping around your back, pulling you tightly into him.
“Fuck, Y/N…” he cried into your hair.
You continued. “I never told Andy about it. I kept it a secret…from everybody. I felt so ashamed. A few weeks after I had the procedure, one of Andy’s fraternity brothers’ girlfriends decided to let it slip that she knew I was there…she worked at the clinic and recognized me I guess. Bitch. Completely against the fucking law, but. They told Andy, and he was infuriated. Said that I took something away from him without him even knowing he had it. Hated me for it, called me horrible things. Thinking back now, maybe I should have told him. I guess I could have given him that much. But honestly, things were getting so bad that I truly don’t think that tiny thing would have survived another night of its mother being thrown into the dining room table.”
Jake’s arms held you steady, his hands rubbing across your skin. You finally got the gumption to look at Josh and Sam, both of them absolutely fraught with sadness, tears falling hard from both of their faces. You could tell they were dying to speak, but neither of them had any clue what to say.
“The reason I’m telling you all of this is because you deserve an answer. I’ve lied about it for months. That’s why he’s stalking me. That’s why he’s been following us everywhere, breaking in and stealing your things…He’s obsessed with giving me what he thinks I deserve for taking that away from him. I’m scared he’s not gonna stop until he gets it. He’s getting worse, he’s in it too deeply now.”
Josh’s hands were folded in front of him, covering his mouth as his leg bounced up and down. Sam had his head hanging from his fingers laced through his hair, staring at the tiny photograph. Jake finally released you, squatting beside you to speak. He brought both hands to your face, slowly drifting his thumbs under your eyes to catch the tears that just wouldn’t stop coming.
“I love you so much, Y/N, I swear to god I do. I’m so sorry…” he whispered, pulling up to embrace you again. You let your arms wrap around him, your safe place, your home. He’d finally told you he loved you, after weeks of not hearing those words fall from his mouth.
“I love you too, Jake.” You said through cutting sobs. “I’m so sorry I never told you, told any of you. I should have been honest from the get go. I was just too afraid to tell the truth of why he was following me. Could’ve saved us a lot of difficulty.”
“No, no no…” they all chimed in unison.
“No, Y/N. That was something you didn’t have to share with us. You could’ve kept that secret for as long as you needed to.” Josh said.
“Yeah, this is him being crazy, not you. Don’t worry. We’ll keep you safe. All of us will.” Sam added. “He’s not gonna get what he thinks he deserves. We won’t let him.”
“Yeah, no way that fucker is getting anywhere near you ever again.” Jake added.
You nodded. “I’m trying really hard, guys. I’m trying to be better. I think getting this off my chest was the real start of it.” You said, tears staining Jake’s shirt. “I’m ready to heal.”
The other two silently made their way over to you and Jake, wrapping their arms all around you and each other as they held you in their own cage of protection.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, all embraced together, but right then you knew you’d made the right decision in telling them. They harbored no blame, no judgment, no ill feelings toward you. Just love. Devastatingly perfect love.
——
After a few minutes of silent sobs and embarrassed tears, the four of you stood to gather yourselves.
“Well, that was a lot, sorry guys.” You laughed nervously, stepping away a bit.
“Please stop apologizing, Y/N. There’s nothing at all to be sorry for. If anything you should be patting yourself on the back, for sharing that with us. That’s a huge step.” Josh said.
“Yeah, babe. Don’t be sorry to us. We’re all gonna get through it together. One step at a time, okay? We won't leave you.” Jake said, rubbing your shoulders from behind.
Sam walked up and took you in a giant embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder as he spun you in little half circles. “Can’t believe you held that in for so many years…I’m–I’m so sorry, Y/N.” His whisper was quiet in your ear. This was the closest you’d been with Sam since…
“Thanks, Sammy. It’s alright. In a dark place for way too long…ready to walk away from it.”
He pulled back, taking your head in his hands. “And we’ll be right here to hold your hand as you do. Okay?” You nodded, more tears forming as you felt his familiar comforting touch. He laid a sweet kiss to your forehead, and backed away. A little more light conversation added some happiness to the heavy atmosphere, and you suddenly felt yourself become extremely exhausted.
The air changed, and Josh and Sam caught the drift that it was time for them to go home. “Thanks for listening to me, guys. Means more than you know.” You told them as you walked them toward the door. “I’m gonna tell Elle and Daniel soon, so. Just wanted you three to know first.”
They nodded, sending you more sweet goodbyes as they shut the door behind them. You turned to see Jake leaned against the countertop, his face completely sunken in with an expression that didn’t make sense.
“You wanna go for a walk or something?” He said.
You sighed, walking back over to wrap yourself up in him. “No, I gotta clean up the kitchen.” You said.
“No, baby. That can wait until tomorrow. It’s fine.” Jake replied.
“Okay…kinda wanna go lay down again.” You laughed.
You walked under his arm back to the bedroom, changing into something comfy, and sliding back under the covers with him. He took you up in his arms, pulling you close as you let yourself finally breathe.
“I don’t know what to say, babe. I’m proud of you for being strong, though. I can’t believe you went so long holding that in…I couldn’t imagine what you’ve been going through keeping that to yourself.” Jake said, laying his cheek to your hair.
“I almost called you. That day I went to the clinic. I didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to go by myself. But, I just…”
“You should’ve called me! I would have gone with you, talked to you…” he said, voice rising.
“You were in Europe, Jake. Not even in the same time zone. But, I did it. Got through it. It all…worked out…” you said, squeezing him tighter.
“I know…I’m so sorry baby.” he whispered.
You took another deep breath. “Jake, there’s more, though…”
He pulled back a bit, looking at you sternly, pity on his face. “More…?”
You buried your face in his chest. “After everything with the baby, in the year or so after, when I’d go to my annual checkups, they told me it was a miracle I even conceived at all. And after the procedure, I was left with a lot of internal scarring. Lots of… strange complications. Told me it would be extremely difficult for me to even get pregnant ever again, without intervention.”
“Fuck, babe…” he mouthed. You felt his body go limp.
You sat up, able to look him in the face now. “That’s why…that’s why I never told you about it. I didn’t think you’d want me anymore, if you knew I might not…”
“Shit, Y/N, no. No no no, please don’t.” He sat up and squeezed you again, more sobs rattling through your chest.
“It’s not fair to you, Jake. You deserve that. And I was selfish in not telling you, but I just love you so much, and everything was so scary and crazy, I didn’t want you not in my life…”
He pulled away, grasping both of your hands in his. “Listen to me, Y/N. You’re it for me. Okay? You always have been. I’m ready to have you any way you are, no matter what. Please, don’t for one second think that I think less of you. Ever. You’re the most amazing thing in my life and I’m not ever letting you go.”
“But what if I can’t give you what you’ve always wanted?” You cried.
“You are what I’ve always wanted, Y/N. Only you! As far as that goes…we will figure it out, babe. You and me. We’ll make it through all that together, okay? We have tons and tons of options. I’m not even worried about it.” He pulled you into him again, qualming your tears as he soothed you. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, but first we have a few places to stop along the way.”
“You think we will get there?” You breathed.
“Yeah baby… I know we will. I think about it almost everyday.” he says.
“You do?” you whisper.
“Yeah Y/N. I…I know you’re the one. You always have been. I was stupid to ever let you go. I’m not going to make that mistake again. I swear.” he says, pushing the hair from your face.
“I love you Jake.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pulls you down on top of him, holding you close to him as he kisses your head, “I love you too Y/N. I always always will. Until the day I die. I swear it.”
As you let him hold you, your mind raced again but a little more peacefully now, knowing that this was just the beginning. You’d started on a brand new journey, and family had taken on a whole new meaning. Facing it head on was going to be the challenge, but you felt stronger than ever. Ready to weather a new storm, with your compass heading set toward calmer seas.
But in the back of your mind lingered a persistent demon, one that had haunted and tormented you for years on end. And though you felt safe here in your lover’s arms, you knew that the storm was still brewing, waiting, ready to wash you away the second it could.
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This week in BL - I am all over the place, But Laws of Attraction is Phenomenal af
July 2023 Wk 2
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
Laws of Attraction (Thai Sat iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Icky picked it up but it’s not airing for me until Sundays so I held this post specifically to watch and talk about this show. Stars the pair from To Sir With Love with the same production team. IT’S SO GOOD Y’ALL. A morally corrupted trickster lawyer with a tragic past, sad eyes, and a beautiful smile that he uses like a weapon. Meets paladin martial arts instructor from other side of the tracks (who is out, at least to his baby sister). Corrupt police. Spoiled rich kid evil. Ambitious politician. Tragic death. Terrible subs.* This show is very like Manner of Death but so far it is a much better/tighter story. It’s NOT BL but it is fucking phenomenal. And you shoudl watch it. Not wait to binge it. WATCH IT. On a global scale this might be the best thing currently airing featuring gay romantic leads. Its really fucking good. It’s Lawless Lawyer but more complex character motivation and gay af. Fuck yes please and thank you. FINALLY.
Triggers for violence, beatings, death & torture depicted on screen. Like MoD they are not holding back.
(* A lot of the familial names they are using are not gendered in Thai but translated as such, like “nephew”. This one is gonna go down a lot easier if you know some Thai.)
Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 12fin - 2 years pass and no one’s hairstyle changes? Srs. Them meeting again = hella AWKWARD. Both still pining & hurt. NO SINGING. The reconciliation scene was great. I enjoyed that on the “do over relationship” they went with phi/pom (instead of the super formal khuns). So cute and so much more relaxed. Also lots of neck kisses! Charming final ep. It’s only flaw being they dropped the side couple, but I wasn’t really into them anyway. Ultimately? This is what Boss & Babe should have been and could we please have Up lead out another BL? I miss him and he only gets prettier. Full review below.
La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 12fin - I adore the tiny little baby GL thread that we almost got. And I wish we had had more of it throughout the show. The side couple turned out to be good too. Emotional crying kisses are my favorite. Sunshine netted himself an earnest serious romantic boy, we likey. As for the main couple? Well... Tai’s search story arc was dull and dragging in a final ep and it felt bloated and slow as a result. It was a good confession reunion with Tai figuring all of his shit out, not surprising but fine. Kind of a a weak final ep. Full review below.
Hidden Agenda (Thai Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - JoonDunk are back and we have all seen this a million times before, but Thailand never executed a successful formula it didn’t want to repeat a million times over, drunk bathroom and everything. Welcome (back) to Thai BL (and back and back and back). Basically they just added glasses, a new 1-shared-brain-cell friendship group, and different uni departments. Ah GMMTV, forever trying to recreate the magic of 2gether. But also I’m enjoying it. I’m a simple person. (Hi Jamie! Still in college since 2018 I see.) Anyone else notice that Chinese phrase that they did not translate for us? Mmm hum. Cute. Still... NO SINGING.
Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 8 - Thames is in coma and getting slagged off on the socials. It’s moving a bit slowly but the premise is interesting despite the poor quality of the execution.
Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 eps - Major trigger for self harm depicted on screen in part 2/4. I skipped it. Then there is assault and verbal abuse. I told you Ultimate Troop is NOT to be trusted.
Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 2 of 12 - Look, I don’t really mind this show but I also don’t like second hand embarrassment and I sense a metric butt ton incoming.
Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - I was not best pleased with this episode. Ya’ll round the tumblr-sphere seem to be enjoying it but I have officially hit the wall on Kawi. There is not enough booze for me to cope with his shizz. I may be alone in this. But gotta say how I feel... Unlike him. Trash watch here.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Poor Ren, he feels compelled to take on the burden of protecting everyone from sexual assault because he blames himself. And he can’t even talk to his boyfriend about it. Oh fuck me the pair of shoes at the door. And neck kisses? TOO MUCH. Argh. Japan. Why must you hurt so good?
Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 3 of 10 eps - It’s a very cute show. All the tropes and archetypes with no fuss or attempts to be clever, just executing them (sometimes over and over again). Even hiccoughs as a result of flirting! I haven’t seen that one in ages. The show feels old fashioned as a result. Nostalgic. I’m good with that.
Tie The Not (Pinoy YouTube) ep 6 of 8 - Sad boys still sad now drunk. (Noooooo shoes on bed! Argh.) Finally kisses! Also good ones for a large portion of this ep. Plus hair pulling. And verse rep! And after sex convo. Then side dishes have a whole proper gay ax covo about top/bottom. Everyone say thank you Philippines! get down with your queer selves!
Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 6fin - I believe this was the final episode. It was cute. This is a standard sort of semi-crappy VBL high school drama. Enjoyable in its floppy friendliness, weirdly like a queer after school special promoting education. Dead fish kisses but fine for what it is. 7/10
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 2 of 12 eps - Activate cohabitation trope. They okay bfs. Minato not as frustrating this week, but still frustrating for me and Shin. Next week = cute outfits and dumb miscommunication yay!
Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11 of 12 - again it didn’t show up on my dash in time for this. I’ll pop it into next week.
It’s airing but ...
House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.
Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I’m not bothering.
Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.
Ended This Week
Step By Step Series Review
This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This was an office romance between stern boss and sweet subordinate that felt more authentic to an office environment than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. And that authenticity added tension to the narrative and character development (how novel). Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). I also really enjoyed the brothers’ relationship, and kinda wished they hadn’t attempted (and failed) to give said brother his own side BL. That one flaw made it a 9/10 for me. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
La Pluie Series Review
This BL takes to task the fated mates trope and what it means to have love chained intimately to predestination. It’s about how faith in destiny before choice diminishes the authenticity of emotion, relationships, and connection. This is a high concept to examine through the lens of a BL. By activating + examining the soulmates trope this show is challenging a foundation of romance: the idea that there is one person meant to be your one romantic partner all your life. This means that we, as viewers, spend much of the show worried about it having a happy ending, and that’s the source of both its brilliance and tension: would the narrative have the strength to truly challenge its own romantic core? But, ultimately, all this elevated complexity was executed in a somewhat shaky manner with the narrative derailing into some serious pacing issues and characters manipulated by miscommunication. However, with good chemistry and decent acting all around, plus some excellent high heat and representation of consent and a few other rare tropes, this one has to (like it’s sibling show My Ride) earn a 9/10. I enjoyed it even as it made me think, so despite its flaws: HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Starting:
7/19 Wedding Plan (Thai Wed YouTube & iQIYI) - It's Mame and she's coming for our GL. She's such a misogynist IMAGINE what we will get with a GL side dish? It's going to be absolute carnage. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not? That is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. Trying to decide to trash watch or not...
7/20 Jun & Jun (Korea Thu Viki) - From 2022 I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT! So excited for this one.
2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
FYI roselle juice is made from hibiscus (a flower) so technically neither a tea nor a juice. (Hidden Agenda)
Tie the Not = all the verse rep this ep. I love this for them.
The giggling was SO DAMN CUTE (Step by Step, na?)
We all guessed it but it was still fun. (Stupid Genius) Also miracles of miracles, two actors who actually look like they could be brothers play brothers.
First time I’ve seen faen translated as significant other. (Laws of Attraction)
THE PAIN! (Tokyo)
(Last week.)
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Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 3 + Letter
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Part 1
Ellis: “Escort?”
At the breakfast table, Victor had been told of my unexpected first job as ‘fairytale keeper’.
Victor: “Right! With the two of you protecting Kate, our secret will be protected.”
Victor: “Kate will be able to observe you two up close and record your sins…”
Victor: “This plan kills two birds with one stone, since it allows her to fulfill her duties as a fairytale keeper as well!”
Victor: “What do you think, Ellis?”
Ellis: “I’m fine with it as long as you are, Kate.”
Ellis: “There’s no guarantee that something like yesterday won’t happen again…I’d like to be by Kate’s side.”
Victor smiled at Ellis’ reply, and then looked at Jude.
Victor: “Of course, Jude, you’ll take responsibility right? You hate being in debt, don’t you?”
Jude: “Tch…”
(I think I’ll feel safe as long as I’m close to Ellis…)
Just because I’d been with Ellis, I was mistakenly identified as ‘Jude Jazza’s girl’ and my life was threatened…
I can’t help but be wary of Jude.
Jude: “Just don’t cry when ya see something scary, princess.”
(It’s scary…but Victor has come up with a good proposal, so I can’t be timid here.)
Kate: “I’ll be okay, I’m surprisingly strong!”
Jude: “…hah”
Jude laughed at my smile and lowered his gaze to the newspaper.
Ellis: “Then it’s settled. I look forward to working with you, Kate.”
Kate: “Yes, thank you.”
I also smiled at Ellis, and unlike Jude, he gave me a soft smile in return.
Ellis: “Come to think of it, you could speak in a more casual manner.”
Kate: “Eh…”
Ellis: “You could just say ‘ yeah, thanks’.”
Kate: “Y-yeah…thanks.”
Ellis: “Mmm, feels good.”
I was soothed by the warm feeling that Ellis had given me…
Victor: “Now that we’ve settled on a good plan, it’s time for your first mission.”
At Victor’s words, my spine stiffened.
(This will truly be my first job as ‘fairytale keeper.’)
I brace myself, knowing that this first step is crucial in gaining their trust.
Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”
Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”
Part 2
Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”
Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”
Kate: “Kidnapping…incidents?”
The disturbing words brought back the nervousness that was etched into my skin when I first met the members of ‘Crown’.
Victor: “Yes. All ages. From toddlers to teenagers, and of course adults.”
Victor: “What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”
Victor: “A singer popular in the bars has also disappeared… but many of the people lived without a fixed address.”
Jude: “Since the victims weren’t very important, and their addresses were unknown, it’s hard to report them missing.”
Jude: “So, as usual, the police won’t take action.”
Sadly, as Jude had said, the status of the people working in red-light districts is looked down upon.
Behind the scenes of a glittering world, they are treated like garbage.
Victor: “So, here’s the thing…”
Victor: “Did you know that an art fair is currently being held in London and performers are gathering there?”
Kate: “Yes. It’s not as busy as the social season, but it’s still quite crowded.”
Victor: “Jude, Ellis, I would like you to go there and gather information.”
Victor: “They are rootless but they are more connected than you might think.”
Jude: “Why should I have to go? Such a pointless mission.”
Victor: “It may have something to do with the people were involved in the human trafficking that you recently took care of privately.”
Victor: “It’s the ship you’re stuck on, isn’t it? Also… I believe it’s been a long time since you’ve been on holiday.”
Apparently, this was information that Victor wouldn’t have known unless someone told him,
Jude glared directly to his side.
Jude: “…Ellis.”
Ellis: “I answered honestly because I was asked. I’m sorry.”
(Surprisingly, the power balance between those two may be equal…)
Victor: “And with that, I say, have a good day!”
Directed by Victor’s incredibly bright voice, we headed off to our mission.
(It’s even more crowded this time…!)
Appetizing aromas wafted from the gorgeous stalls lined up at the art fair venue.
It’s not just the food that makes people happy,
There were people painting pictures on the street, and people performing on large stages set up on the street corners.
As I walked around, I felt like I’d be engulfed by the lively and fun atmosphere.
(I can’t keep up, I’m so excited…I need to concentrate properly on the mission.)
(Right, let’s focus now.)
Kate: “Ellis, Jude. Could you tell me about the curses that you two have?”
Ellis: “We haven’t talked about that yet, have we?”
Ellis: “My curse is the curse of ‘Thorns’ and Jude’s is ‘The 13th Wizard’.”
Ellis: “They’re the curses that became the motif for Sleeping Beauty (Thorn Princess).”
(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard…)
The wizard is a villain who hates the fact that he wasn’t invited to the princess’ birthday party and tries to kill her by putting a curse on her.
(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)
(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)
Part 3
(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)
(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)
As I was thinking about it, Jude suddenly stopped and looked back listlessly.
Jude: “No need for the three of us to stick together. Go gather information.”
Ellis: “But, what about Kate’s escort?”
Jude: “You can handle it on your own.”
After saying that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Kate: “…Does he hate me because of this?”
Ellis: “He’s like that to everyone, so I don’t think he hates you.”
Ellis: “Maybe it’s so you don’t end up in danger if we’re seen together again.”
(Hmm, could that really be true…?)
I gently swallowed back the words that had reached my throat.
Kate: “…Well if that’s the case, he’s a pretty kind person, right?”
Ellis: “I wouldn’t say he’s too kind. He loves tormenting people he hates and hearing their screams.”
Kate: “…”
(It’s scary how clearly I can imagine that…)
He’s the complete opposite of Ellis, who shows kindness to everyone he meets.
As if further proof, as soon as we separated from Jude, he was approached by people from all over.
Red-faced man: “Hey, you! Thanks for takin’ care of me the other day!”
Ellis: “You’re welcome. Don’t drink too much today.”
Kate: “Who was that…?”
Ellis: “He was passed out on the street, so I carried him home on my back. I don’t know his name.”
Kate: “Eh!”
(You brought a stranger home and took care of him?)
Surprisingly, that’s not the only instance—
Furniture craftsman: “Ellis, thanks to you introducing people to me, my business has gotten back on track!”
Student wearing glasses: “Good to see you again! I’d like to thank you for helping me repair my bicycle, so would you please give me your contact information…?”
Cat: “Meow”
Ellis: “You’re welcome.”
(Even the cat is thanking him…!?)
(It’s surprising to see him receiving so many thanks from so many people as we walked by…)
That alone shows how much good Ellis does on a regular basis.
Kate: “You have a wider network than even I do as a postal worker…!”
Ellis: “I guess so. I think that’s normal.”
Ellis was smiling happily when he saw the other people smiling.
(I’m sure what Ellis did for me yesterday is something he does on a daily basis.)
When he sees someone in trouble, he extends a hand to them.
A person who spreads happiness.
Those words came to mind as I watched Ellis happily conversing with the people of the town.
(I wonder if such a person would even have any ‘crimes’ that I should record…)
(Or perhaps I should say--)
(I wonder why such a kind person works for an assassination organization or for someone like Jude.)
Even though I was witnessing so much kindness from him… a question suddenly came to my mind, making my heart flutter.
Ellis: “Kate…Kate.”
Kate: “…Ah, sorry! I was thinking.”
Before I knew it, Ellis tilted his head and peered into my face closely…
Ellis: “Thinking about me?”
Part 4
Ellis: “Thinking about me?”
Kate: “…gh!?”
Like two lovers looking into each other’s eyes, our eyelashes were almost touching, and my heart jumped as he stared at me.
(Ellis doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but… it feels like he’s too close.)
The same thing happened when he came to visit me in my room the morning after I was taken to Crown Castle.
This is the second time his twilight eyes have come this close to me, and I look away as I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
Ellis: “Ah, hit the nail on the head.”
Choices:
1. I was thinking about you, Ellis.
***2. How do you know? +4 +4 **
3. It’s not a hit
Kate: “How do you know?”
Ellis: “Hmm… How do I?”
Ellis smiled and handed me a mug with steam rising from it.
Ellis: “Yes, while you were thinking about me, I got some milk tea from the shop over there.”
Ellis: “Thank you for helping me with the delivery the other day.”
(….Ellis, you’re a scary man…)
Ellis lowered his long eyelashes, took a deep breath, and took a sip of his milk tea.
Ellis: “If there’s anything you wan to ask, just ask.”
Kate: “…Yes.’
Ellis: “‘yeah’, right?”
Kate: “…Ellis, why are you in Crown?”
Ellis: “Victor invited Jude, and Jude agreed, maybe that’s why?”
(Since Jude joined, that means Ellis joined…?)
Kate: “Why are you with Jude?”
Ellis: “You’re full of questions.”
Ellis smiled and wrapped his hands around the mug.
Ellis: “Before I met Jude, I was living here and there.”
Ellis: “I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.”
Ellis: “A lot of things happened and I made a promise.”
Kate: “A promise…?”
Ellis: “In exchange for me working for him, Jude will grant my request.”
Ellis: “So… until then, I’ll be with him.”
The feeling that something would happen if I continued to listen made my heart race.
Kate: “Ellis, what was your request…?”
Ellis: “It’s—”
Performer with a fancy hat: “What!?”
(…!?)
I was surprised by the loud voice, and when I turned, it seemed that right behind me was the back of a special stage.
The performer was scratching his head in confusion.
Performer with a fancy hat: “Without the two of you, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”
(Neither have come… other performers maybe?)
Kate: “Ellis.”
Ellis: “…yeah.”
Part 5
Performer with a fancy hat: “Without the two of you, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”
(Without both… another performer maybe?)
Kate: “Ellis.”
Ellis: “…yeah.”
--“What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”
We exchanged glances and headed toward the performer who had a troubled look on his face.
Kate: “Um, excuse me.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Hmm? Oh, sorry folks, but my stage is in ten minutes!”
Ellis: “You just said that you can’t go…”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I haven’t heard from my companions who were supposed to come out with me.”
Performer with fancy hat: “I wonder how many people this is… it’s been a little weird lately.”
(He hasn’t heard from them… and multiple people…)
(If we talk to this person, we might learn something.)
Ellis: “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear more about that story.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that right now! I have to quickly think of a performance I can do on my own.”
After waving his hand to shoo us away…he looked straight at our faces again, as if he had just had an idea.
Performer with a fancy hat: “It would be a different story if you folks would cooperate with me on stage.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What am I saying? No matter how desperate I am for manpower, getting amateurs involved is a no-no.”
As he shook his head, as if saying it was just a momentary flight of fancy, Ellis quickly closed the distance between them.
Ellis: “Cooperate? What can I do?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What are you so excited about? I was just kidding.”
Ellis: “But if I cooperate with you, you’ll tell me all the details, right?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “…Why is that, brother, you’re just ‘curious’ right?”
He looked at us, his nice-looking face contorted with confusion.
Performer with a fancy hat: “But giving information about one of your friends comes with a certain amount of risk.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I can’t guarantee that you don’t have any malicious intent. After all, this is our first time meeting.”
Kate: “What can we do to get you to trust us?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I suppose…”
Performer with a fancy hat: “If you don’t complain even if you’re the target of a knife-thrower, or tied up and submerged in a fish tank…”
Performer: “I might be able to trust you.”
(Target of a knife thrower…!?)
Ellis: “Okay. I’m good at that kind of stuff.”
Not confused like I was, Ellis fearlessly agreed to the conditions.
(As expected, he’s used to going to business meetings with Jude, so he’s used to negotiating…)
I thought that Ellis’ cooperation with the sow would be enough to seal the deal, but the reality was not so easy.
Performer with a fancy hat: “Tch-tch-tch… it won’t work if it’s just you, my brother. I need your girl’s cooperation too.”
Ellis: “…Why?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Why for the sake of the show, of course!”
Performer with a fancy hat: “An emotional finale about a tragedy that tears lovers apart! It’s sure to get a lot of applause.”
(…knife throwing… tied up in a fish tank…)
Ellis looks at me with concern as I slowly turn pale.
Ellis: “Kate, you don’t have to force yourself.”
(Ellis was the target of Victor’s knife throwing, so I’m sure he’ll be okay.)
There’s no way I could imitate that extraordinary physical ability, but…
It’s up to us to get information from this person.
(In this case, I have to trust Ellis and this performer and just do it…)
Kate: “I understand, I’ll cooperate.”
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20 Questions for Writers
I was tagged by @lordoftherazzles and by @thenookienostradamus! Thank you both! These are some cool questions!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? Thirteen at the moment (not counting an Adar headcanon collection), but likely to be more soon.
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 170,865 (not bad for a year and a quarter)
3. What fandoms do you write for? Tolkien broadly (so far it's been Rings of Power, The Silmarillion, and The Hobbit - no LotR yet, but I do have an idea for one)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Click with caution, all of these but the second one are rated E; apparently, I am mostly known for Adar smut: Scars of Silver and Gold, Because the world is ending, Mistletoe Mischief, Calendar Girl, Until the Stars Burn Out
5. Do you respond to comments? Might take me a bit, but yes, I always do. I figure that someone gave me a little of their time in writing out a comment and I can give them some of mine in return. It's especially fun when people are predicting things; I love hearing what they think will happen.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Mmmm. I think it's probably Scars? Without spoilers, my protagonist lost something very important to her and although there's a lot of good things about that ending - she's still going to have that loss to grieve in the next fic and it'll inform her next arc. I'd say it's still a bittersweet ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't really do purely happy endings? I write a lot of hopeful endings, but most of them have some darkness lurking under them. I guess if I have to pick one, it's into the wild because that's technically a fix-it fic with Nienor getting saved by Mablung. Although, I might continue it some day, and it would inevitably get some Nienna-the-Song-is-tinted-with-grief flavoring.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Uh, yes. I'm not sure what "what kind" means here? I guess I've written a variety- from kind of dreamlike and romantic to fics featuring BDSM-related kinks.
10. Do you write crossovers? I have never written one. I think that I'd probably never directly write one. But I might do something like shove Elrond into the plot of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight for a bisexual awakening set sometime in the Second Age. Not sure if that's a crossover or just a retelling though.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Into Russian, if I remember correctly. It was a long time ago and I'm not in that fandom anymore.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, I'd say my THAUC piece counts as co-written in the sense that my artist partner and I talked through the main ideas and beats of the story together.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Uhhh for Tolkien, I'm afraid I don't have one (I like a lot of ships, but there's not one all-consuming one). So - I guess I pick Sesshomaru/Kagome from Inuyasha? That's the pairing I read when I don't know what else to read.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't start a lot of WIPs. I have a lot more ideas for fics than I have documents or text written, but I do have a Finrod piece that I'm not sure I'll ever finish. I have a lingering idea that might save it, but I think that needs more time in the oven.
16. What are your writing strengths? Mmm - I think worldbuilding, specifically for culture is one of my strengths. I also think that I have a pretty good ability to make OCs that people care about (something that was important with a mostly OC cast).
17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with internality a lot. I find thoughts cumbersome to write, because I process most things by talking them out or writing them down. I also think I could tighten up the cast of characters and subplots. It's something I'll definitely be careful with in novels going forward.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It really depends on the fic. In Tolkien's world, I think so much of culture is tied up in language that it's a little hard not to include some bits and snatches of other languages. It's important to provide translations in text, I think, but otherwise, go for it if it's important to your characters and your plot.
19. First fandom you wrote for? Alas, I don't talk about that fandom anymore. The author turned out to be terrible.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Definitely Scars of Silver and Gold. It's my first completed longfic and I'm very proud of it, honestly. Are there some things I'd do differently? Yes. But I do love it. Honorable mention to peaches we devour, dusty skin and all. The YEARNING.
tagging (no pressure, just love): @runawaymun, @polutrope, @melestasflight, @fishing4stars
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Main Story Ep. 2 / Part 3 / Chapter 9 - The Usual Crew
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[Devil's Palace, Hallway]
Haures: "Well then... I guess it's time to finally take a bath."
Ammon: “Ah! Mr. Haures! I've been looking for you!"
Haures: "Hm? What's up, Ammon?"
Ammon: “Please come here for a sec!"
Haures: "I-I was just about to take a bath..."
Ammon: “Come on! It's okay!
Hurry up! Mr. Lucas brought some whiskey for us."
[Second Floor, Butler's Room]
Lucas: “Haures, you like whiskey, right?"
Haures: "Y-yes… That's true..."
Lucas: “By chance, I got this as a gift.
A high-quality single malt ♪
I don't drink much, so... you guys can have it."
Ammon: “Thank you! This is a famous brand!"
Lucas: “Alright then... I'll be going..."
Click
Fennesz: “Well, time to open it!"
Haures: "I-I'll pass on it this time..."
Ammon: “C’mon! It's okay!"
Fennesz: “That's right! Haures!"
Haures: "F-Fennesz..."
Boschi: “Hurry up..."
Haures: "Sigh... I get it.
Just a little..."
~ After a while ~
Boschi: “I'm stronger! You can't keep up with my speed!"
Haures: "No, I'm stronger. Overall, I'm superior."
Boschi: “Alright, shall we settle this now?"
Haures: "Sure... I've been looking forward to it."
Ammon: “Sigh... It always ends up like this, huh?"
Fennesz: “Yeah, it does..."
Ammon: “But… Mr. Haures feels like the usual today, kinda."
Fennesz: “Yeah... I might feel a bit relieved."
Knock... Knock... Knock...
Click
Flure: "U-um…!"
Lato: "Excuse me."
Fennesz: “Flure? Lato? What is it?"
Flure: "E-err...
By chance, we got some delicious banana muffins...!
We thought we'd share them with you all!
Uh, I believe Mr. Haures likes them, right?
Oh well~! It's really just a coincidence~!"
Ammon: (F-Flure… That's so obvious...)
Fennesz: (He seems nervous.)
Lato: "Earlier, Professor Miyaji bought them for us.
But apparently... It's for Mr. Haures…"
Flure: "Woah! Lato! Don't!"
Haures: "Hm? What's wrong?"
Flure: "Uh, well… Lato was trying to sneak a bite!
Ehehe..."
Lato: “Oh, well? I'm only interested in parsley, you know?
Why would you tell such a lie, Flure?"
Flure: "Oh, come on...! Be quiet! Lato!
A-anyway, here are the banana muffins!
Mr. Haures and the others can have them, okay?
Well then, excuse me!"
Haures: "Flure...
I see... Thank you."
Lato: "Hmph... I don't really understand...
But... I'll take my leave too."
Click
Ammon: “We got quite lucky today ♪, getting all this stuff, huh?"
Fennesz: “Yeah, it seems so."
Boschi: “This whiskey is good too."
Haures: "...Indeed."
Ammon: “Oh! These banana muffins are very popular in town these days!"
Fennesz: “It’s true!"
Haures: "Is that so?"
Fennesz: “They say it's so delicious that there are long queues for it."
Ammon: “It's like an imaginary item, always sold out."
Haures: "I see... If it's that delicious, I'd like the lord to try it."
Ammon: “Uhm, well...
That's a good idea, but..."
Fennesz: “Well, um..."
Boschi: “Geez... It's already late at night. The lord is probably asleep, right?
You can't eat muffins when you're asleep.”
Haures: "R-right..."
Boschi: “Quit hesitating… if you get it already, let's eat right away."
Fennesz: “Yup... That's right."
Ammon: “OK ♪"
Haures: "Yeah... right."
Ammon: “Then, let's dig in ♪
Mmm! Delicious!"
Fennesz: “It really is! Delicious!"
Boschi: “Not bad..."
Haures: “Indeed… it's delicious."
Fennesz: “This goes well with whiskey."
Ammon: “Aight! Then, let's drink all the remaining whiskey!"
Boschi: “Oh... Sounds good."
Fennesz: “Yeah!"
Haures: “Hm..."
~ After a while ~
Boschi: “Snore… snore…”
Ammon: “Snore…”
Fennesz: “Snore… snore…”
Haures: (Everyone fell asleep…
probably tired from consecutive tough training... They must be exhausted.)
Flutter
Haures: “Oh, something fell out of Ammon's pocket…
A piece of paper...?
There's something written on it.
'A surprise to relax Haures.
Cheer Haures up with his favorite food!'
This is... the lord's handwriting...?
The extremely spicy hot pot too...
My lord…
Hm... I've troubled them. I wonder if they're already sleeping?"
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Slipknot Vermillion Butchlander.
FUCK. YES.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH~<3<3<3 buckle in buckle in y'all cause this about to be a DOOZY<3!!
songs if ya hadn't heard them~<3 (def give them a listen, pt.2 is like an acoustic version, both lovely~<3, same general themes tho different vibes which-- ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
youtube
youtube
anywho~<3
FIRST OF ALL. YES. absolutable~<3
you beautiful beautiful little monster, this is PERFECT. okay, okay, yes, i'm getting too excited lmao. BUTT--
"I won't let this build up inside a me--"
this is an absolutely perfect opportunity for a deep dive into billy's psyche, psychosis, and an incredible exploration of psychological horror~<3
and it starts~?
with a *married* butchlander<3<3<3 OOH~<3!! (altho fair to use for for other ships with butcher, just doesn't get to the same level of psychological turmoil from the whole *husband is the villain* thing--;))))))))))
ANYWHO<3
basically butcher and homie are in a loving, *healthy* relationship. john is a good husband. maybe they even have ryan<3 or a little baby in billy's belly on the way<3<3<3 (or both~! lmao, always gotta throw that in-- ;))))))))))) a/b/o always an option, trans/intersex billy too, the world is the oyster~<3 any explanation like homie can just knock dudes up i guess lmfao--maybe that was the start-- :O ;)))))))) anyway, everything's perfect--except...
billy's having a bit of psychological... trouble. in which for some reason, his brain seems to be fabricating an entire reality with a loving and perfect wife, becca/becky--where his husband is the villain who tore them apart... and the situation in turn... starts to drive him and john apart...
and at first, of course, they'd be managing, between medications, care, brain scans, billy having nightmares and dreams, john trying to help, fighting and screaming, moments homie would have to hold billy down because he's having a meltdown, john having all the proof to keep billy from going nuclear/make it clear that he's... unwell, and that he's there for billy. maybe even a dna test to show that ryan is *theirs* and no one else's if a baby still in billy ain't enough--
but trust is wavering.
OOH, exploration into billy falling down that rabbit hole and believing it so much, he makes an effort to investigate and run away while homie always comes to get him/find him, drag him back home--and always *always*, refuse to hurt him even while billy is at his worst trying to force his hand, maybe even asking john to kill him so this doesn't continue--and again, his husband refusing.
now here's the kicker<3<3<3
this story could be done in two main ways (with expansive variations~<3, 3 if you count the middle road<3<3<3)
OOH! but before i dive into that, i should also mention that billy potentially being the *villain* in his own mind--in which he kidnaps and tortures and holds captive this *perfect* woman while john is none the wiser--ooooooohhhhhh... we'll come back to that one~<3 ;)
back on *john* being the villain in billy's mind.
"she isn't real. I can't make her real--"
and there in lies the *question*...
whether or not billy *is* experiencing psychosis and john is *actually* the villain, is it's own exploration~<3<3<3. depending on which version (regular or pt. 2), you channel the vibes of lmao
pt. 2 def feels like it could be more of a tragic rendition of this idea, where billy really *is* experiencing psychosis and john *is* a loving husband who *is* trying to help and care for billy<3
but the original...? mmm. let's just say there could be various... hints of a completely manipulated world around them--signs of a world *rewritten* or people silenced ,sides to john that he never *ever* shows to billy. certain... *things* that would certainly *imply* he is the *monster* billy's mind has made him--maybe it's billy's real memories trying to spill through whatever homelander did to him-- ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
mmmmmhmmmm~<3<3<3
BUTT, my personal fave?
*open. ended*
in which... there are... hints that might suggest one is true, and then the other, or even elements of both, but there's never truly an answer given... OOOH<3 FUCK YES. OOF, just the IDEA def gets me lol
i do feel the songs lean towards the 'she isn't real' factor (for obvious reasons lol) but for a fic~? ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
for variation in that exploration (and maybe an easy way to dig into the open ended vibes, but with a twisty lean~<3), maybe *most* of the 'hints' implicate one way with extremely *vague* BLINK AND YOU MISS IT hints for the *other* end, and one very *strong* hint/scene that ties together all the *vague* hints and makes them... impossible to ignore~<3
gawd i love psychological horror<3<3<3 lmao can you tell?
NOW. what about *billy* being the villain~<3?
OOOOHHHHHHH!!! now *that* one has some *real* hard potential for gut wrenching love from john<3<3<3 (i should also mention, *def* an option for psychosis with *john* there and OOF gotta stop giving myself expansions into this but it's just so FUCKING GOOD, LISTEN TO THE SONGS DAMMIT AND FEEL INSPIRED--)
similar enough deal, except with billy believing he's committed these horrible crimes to an innocent woman, a wonder of it might have been real or not and john trying to be by his side and settle his mind--and of course, the potential for a seriously covered up horrific crime because john's not about to lose his husband *for any reason*<3<3<3
maybe billy believes he committed the crime when it was really john and they covered it up together but billy--
this of course works just as lovely for the *canon compliant* show option with *john* feeling the full brunt of his psychosis--and billy trying to cover it up... *OR*... did it really happen at all? is billy right, is ryan really *their* son and there was no becky/becca?
;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
oh i know i am absolutely TERRIBLE I KNOW-- but listen. LISTEEEENNNN... I FUCKING LOVE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, OKAY!?!?!
anywho~<3
there's also an element of serious *danger* involved with homie being the one to experience psychosis (powers and all, def one with billy too but not nearly as savage--unless a course ya give him powers too<3), especially if homie *convinces* himself that he *is* this *monster*, and therefore *must* act as this monster.
ooh, def some dives into comics themes but it go a little somethin'... like this:
"i think, therefore i am" or cogito, ergo sum (heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy that's a title if i ever done seen one for this one lmfao only if 'vermillion' isn't used i guess, alternatively 'cinnabar'<3)
and
"i can, therefore i must"
but the comics actually have a perfect set up for this too--OOH! it kinda goes back to that 'detective husbands' prompt lmao (expect a little different obviously) where instead of being a 'convinced i'm right when i'm wrong' dickwad billy or even *homie knows he didn't do it* (he would have to be on that edge of sanity/not know for sure for this one to work<3) we have a billy who actually legit *explores* and *investigates* what happened to becky because he *sees* that things don't add up *before* he starts actively making it worse. instead doing his own *solo* detective work~<3
maybe even stalking, meeting, getting to know homelander (*john*) personally. possibly even with the motive of finding his weakness, etc. and then tripping and landing on his dick and falling in love along the way~<3<3<3
lmao could be that billy even *abandons* the boys to get to the bottom of what really happened-- but also cause he ends up knocked up after realizing homie *was not* in fact the culprit<3<3<3
do feel the homie versions (show or comics) would deal less with the 'vermillion' vibes or i guess less chance for *open ended* horror themes, and more of a cut clean *he did it/he didn't do it* and is losing his mind sorta feel. in a sense, *becky* def *wouldn't* be real for comics homie because they never actually interacted (while the show version could be actively trying to remember her/struggling with who he *used* to be--OOH!! jason blood is def a place to look for inspo there~<3), so the tie in could be *exquisite* for sure, but it def is a slightly different feel lol
honestly might consider writing the comics/vermillion themed one (at some point, i have promised myself to other shit), it would explore billy instead of using homie as an excuse to be his worst self, homie becoming billy's excuse to hold onto what becky actually wanted for him/turn homie good (which is cute and sad in it's own way but could be SO fucking precious<3) and that would be some GOOD shit<3<3<3
FUCK! this is probably gonna build up inside a me i--
#butchlander#billy butcher#homelander#william butcher#john gillman#the boys#psychological horror#psychosis#slipknot#vermillion#perfect#butchlander prompts#fic ideas#plot bunnies#becca butcher#ryan butcher#the boys tv#the boys comics#delicious#mpreg#because of course with me lmao--#youtube
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No Nut November Part 2
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Warnings: SMUT! Van asks you to sit on his face. No plot whatsoever, just porn - I’m going to hell for writing this story it’s so dirty I’m sorry ha ha 🫣😂
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November starts off cold and wintry with fat, heavy raindrops lashing against Van's window and the wind whistling dramatically, awakening you from your sleep. Or maybe it's not the inclement weather that's disturbed your slumber, but something else.
You'd fallen asleep with Van's arm draped over your waist and you're surprised that it's still there. He's normally a restless sleeper, changing up his sleeping position frequently in the night. You'll often wake with him halfway down the bed, his body twisted at a bizarre angle, but the fact that he's snuggled in so close to you, head nuzzled into the back of your neck, body pressed up against you, tells you that he's already awake. That, and the sensation of something rock-hard digging into your ass.
"You awake?" You mumble groggily.
"Nuh-uh," comes the reply, and you feel him inch even closer, his fingers slipping under the cami top of your pyjamas, lightly brushing your skin.
"Liar," you giggle, wriggling a little at the ticklish sensation. This is how it usually starts. Tentative touches, featherlight fingertips tracing patterns on your skin, shivering you through with goosebumps. Next it'll be whispered words in your ear, the warmth of his breath on your neck, soft kisses scattered lazily across any available expanse of bare skin. Sometimes you'll feign resistance just to prolong his sweet advances. Sometimes you'll give in straight away, turning around in his arms and crashing your lips into his.
But today is different altogether. It's November after all.
"Mmm... babe..." he murmurs, his lips connecting with your bare shoulder, his hand gently caressing the soft skin of your belly.
"Ye-es?"
You draw out the word, smiling to yourself as you feel him pushing his hips gently against you. Another kiss is pressed to your shoulder.
"I had this amazing dream last night..."
You can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.
"Oh yeah? What happened?"
"Well... you were in it. And you were bloody insatiable. It was like you were sex-crazed! You couldn't keep your hands off me. You were ripping my clothes off and everything!"
You laugh. "Sounds like a nightmare!"
"Fuck was it... it was the best dream I've ever had. Reckon it's because of our hook up in the pub toilets. Ya know it was dead sexy when ya took control like that."
You push your bum back into Van's hips, hear him sigh in appreciation. You probably shouldn't be teasing him but you can't resist it. It's only day one of course so he should be absolutely fine. He's only got another twenty-nine to go after he's made it through this one.
"Oh, you liked it did you?"
"I loved it, I wish you did it more." Then he adds quickly "I mean I'm not complaining about how we usually do it. It was just hot... really hot."
His voice is low and throaty and he plants another kiss on your shoulder, wetter and more lingering this time, his lips dragging over your skin. You can still feel his rock-hard cock pressing into your bum and his hips move again, subtly grinding into you.
You remember Van once telling you that there was a reason for his usual early morning horniness, something about hormone surges on waking. You'd just laughed and joked and asked him when he wasn't in the mood. Again you wonder how he ever thought he'd be able to last for a whole month without blowing his load.
"Does it turn you on then?" You ask, feeling the glow of your own arousal start to bloom at the feel of his warm body pressed up against yours just so.
"Mmm... yeah," he sighs, his hands moving upwards over your ribs, fingertips just brushing the underside of your breasts. "I'm turned on now just thinking about it... massively."
You bite back another giggle. "I did kinda notice. Got woken up by your massive boner digging into my ass, didn't I?"
"Can't help it after that dream. Can't get it out of my head now. Maybe we could like act it out or something? I'll let ya do whatever ya want to me?”
His voice raises up hopefully at the end like he thinks his sordid offer will be enough to make you give in to his advances, and to be honest it usually would be, but you marvel at the fact that he might have already forgotten the challenge he eagerly accepted just the night before.
You roll over on to your back and then keep going until your body's angled towards him, propping yourself up on an elbow so you can look down on him, smirking to yourself at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers.
"You forgetting something Van?"
You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly, placing a palm flat against his chest, feeling the steady pounding of his heart. He looks gorgeous anytime, but you can't help but think how irresistible he looks right now, his sleep-tousled mousy brown hair splayed out on the pillow, his full pink lips moistened as he licks at them with a thoughtful expression.
"What... it's not like an important day or something is it and I've gone and forgotten?"
He looks mildly panicked for a second and you frown at him. "How drunk were you last night?"
This just makes his puzzlement grow. "I wasn't that bad, I mean yeah, I'd had a few... more than a few, we both had... but I remember everything perfectly. Not gonna forget last night in a hurry though am I love?"
His lips pull into a grin as he trails his fingers over the waistband of your pyjama shirts, dipping lightly inside. You reciprocate by sliding your own hand down over his chest, then his ribs and the small swell of his tummy, stopping at the elastic of his boxers, tugging it with your fingers.
"I'm not talking about the sex, I'm talking about the... errr... agreement we made. You're not telling me you've forgotten about it already are you?"
Now he looks really confused, his brow furrowing into a comical expression.
"Jeez Van... talk about short term memory loss... or maybe it's just selective."
"I don't know what..." he begins but then he stops, abruptly, realisation dawning on him as the memory comes trickling back to him. His fingers instantly still their sensual dance on your hips.
"Oh god... I've remembered now... that bloody no nut thing. Seriously? We're really gonna do this?"
"Well..."
You smile mischievously, letting the elastic waistband of his boxers snap back lightly against his skin, running your tongue over your teeth before you catch your bottom lip, playfully seductive.
"I mean you did accept the challenge last night, but if you don't think that you're up to it..." you pause, your eyes flicking down to his obvious erection. "Umm maybe that's the wrong choice of words..."
Van looks conflicted, his competitive steak battling with his libido which just happens to be in overdrive this morning after his smutty dream.
"Ahh fuck.... what ya trying to do to me, huh? Ya trying to kill me, I swear!"
You ignore this, your hand that was toying with his underwear moving towards your own midriff, peeling the top of your pyjama shorts down to show the pink lace of your panties, tucking the tips of your fingers under the waistband, looking him right in the eye as you speak. "Of course it's only you that this applies to if you accept the challenge. I can still come... as many times as I like."
Van's brows furrow into a little peak as his mouth falls agape, his eyes pooling with desire. "You drive me crazy, ya know that? How the hell am I gonna manage the whole month with you teasing me like this?"
Your hand begins a steady descent towards your aching heat, pulsing now at the thought of a sexually frustrated Van watching you get yourself off. You'd always been so eager to give him pleasure before, hearing his needy groans and watching his face contort as he lost control, but somehow the idea of denying him that pleasure is just as much of a turn on. Especially if you get to hear him beg.
"Come on... you're not gonna fail on day one are you? I mean, I knew you'd find it tough but seriously?"
"But you're not playing fair babe," he complains, his voice tight. He can't keep his eyes off you as he watches the tell-tale movements of your hand beneath the cover of your shorts, and when a small moan slips past your lips his eyes darken all the more. "Aren't I even allowed to touch you?"
"I don't think you've been good enough," you say, dipping a fingertip inside yourself, gathering some moisture which you spread upwards over your clit, sighing deeply.
"At least let me watch," he whines, tugging at the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down, your panties slipping down at the same time as they slide down your hips. You let them go, shifting on the bed to assist him, kicking them down your legs and off as Van watches on.
"Remember no touching, yeah?" You smirk, pushing your hips forwards and spreading your legs to give him a better view as your fingertip slides over your folds, dipping again into the warm wetness between your thighs.
Van doesn't answer straight away and you see his hands stiffen as they rake at his thighs as he struggles to fight his urges.
"Fucks sake..." he groans, one of his hands wandering upwards, brushing against the bulge in his underwear, making himself shudder.
"I said no touching, okay?" You repeat, more sternly this time, and he mutters out an agreement. He looks desperate as he watches you pleasuring yourself, his eyes hooded and clouded with lust. You can tell he wants to reach out and touch you, or touch himself… but he can't do either. He's being good... obedient. This thought just makes you even hotter, wondering how far you can push him. His begging words and pleading tone from the previous night echo through your mind, arousing you even more.
"Oh god... that feels so good," you murmur, your words merging into a moan to demonstrate to Van exactly how good it feels as you plunge a finger into your soaking core, feeling your slickness coating it as you slide it in further and then add another finger, beginning to pump them in and out at a slow pace.
It feels amazing, but as pleasurable as it is, it's nothing like when Van touches you. You gaze longingly at his hands which are now clenching into fists and then flexing open as he fights to control himself. His fingers are so long and skilful and he knows your body so well that he can usually bring you to the peak of climaxing within minutes.
"Wanna touch you so bad," he whines. "Or myself. Not sure if I can take this."
You ignore him, increasing your efforts, your fingers sliding over your drenched flesh, the other hand rising up to push up your top, pinching and tugging at your stiffened nipples. You're so close.
"Think I'm gonna come soon," you moan breathily, arching your back as you start to feel small swells of pleasure radiating from deep down, your breathing getting ragged and urgent now.
Van looks the picture of desperation, his eyes darting about wildly, flicking between your face to your breasts to between your legs on a continuous cycle, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gets more and more turned on. Seeing him yearning for you like this is a dream, you feel powerful and in control and your mind starts to wander, imagining how you might punish him if he gives in... no... when he gives in. There's absolutely no way he's going to manage to last all month. You just know it.
"But I wanna make you come," he suddenly blurts, his voice choked and hoarse, thick with desire. "Please Y/N. Even if I can't come at least let me touch you. I really wanna touch you, wanna kiss every inch of you. Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours."
Fuck...
His filthy words travel straight down to your core, fanning the flames that are already burning brightly, your resistance wavering at his pleas.
"Please baby... please..."
And then before you can react he's reaching for your hand, pulling it upwards to his parted lips, his tongue flicking out to taste you, sighing a passionate appreciation as he licks your juices clean off your fingers. You're so turned on you could practically come from just watching him, your heat throbbing for a release after your attentions.
"Fucking hell Van," you murmur, your whole body feeling hot, your cheeks glowing as he looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes.
"Wanna go down on you... please. Or even better... sit on my face. Fuck... I want you to do it so bad. I've been dreaming about it for ages. Just 'cause I can't come doesn't mean I can't get you off does it?"
His voice rises up, high and tight, and your breath catches in your throat, your heart jumping like you've just been shocked. It's not that you're shy or a prude. Van knows every inch of your body intimately, and you think he'd probably spend hours nuzzling between your thighs if given half the chance, but there's something about his request that makes you hesitate. The act just seems so brazen, so much more intimate. You'd be completely exposed to him in a way that makes your heart pound and your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of scarlet. But you'd be completely in control and the thought thrills you, imagining him lying beneath you whilst you use him entirely for your own pleasure.
"I want to... it's just..."
You pause, mind scrambling, not being able to think straight as Van tugs at your top, pulling it up over your head as you raise your arms up to allow him.
"Just... what...?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, leaning forward to capture your lips with his. You can taste the slight tang of your arousal on him and it ignites your passion even more and you hook a leg eagerly over his waist, grinding yourself against him. You feel a slight wetness on his boxers and you're not sure if it's from you or if he's so turned on he's leaking pre-cum already.
"Fuck babe... you can't do that," he croaks out in a strangled whisper as he pulls away. "That's not bloody fair. Come on, climb up. Let me take care of you. You trust me right?"
"Of course I do," you reply. "It's just that what if... what if..." you hesitate, giggling as you know the words are ridiculous before they've even left your mouth. "What if I... suffocate you?"
Now it's Van's turn to laugh, and the sound is low and deep, rumbling in his chest. "Course you're not gonna suffocate me love... and if ya do... well I can think of worse ways to go!"
You both laugh then, but Van's laugh dies away quickly, his eagerness to taste you taking over, pushing himself back and away from you, taking his position flat on his back a short distance from the headboard. He beckons with his hands and an earnest look in his eyes, full of heat and lust. You glance down at his plush pink lips as he licks at them, filthy images running through your head about how they'll make you feel. You know then that you can't wait any longer.
You pull yourself up to a sitting, then a kneeling position, fingers grasping the headboard. Your cheeks are aflame, but it's not the only part of you. You're positive you'll actually burst into flames the way that Van's looking at you, his eyes fixed firmly on your already glistening pussy as you tentatively raise up a leg to move across him, straddling his shoulders and resting yourself on his chest. You're self-conscious as you feel your wetness connect with his bare skin, but the friction makes you groan nevertheless.
You look down on him lying there, so eager to please, and your eyes meet briefly before they flick away, back to your heat. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips again and you feel excitement lurch in your belly at the anticipation.
"Come on," he urges, fingers curling keenly around your thighs, trying to lever you forward. "You look so good like this. Wanna fuck you with my tongue."
You lift yourself up, meaning to manoeuvre yourself into place, but you don't get chance. Van's grip on your thighs tightens, clamping on with force, pulling you down towards him, his breath fanning hot on your thighs.
"Van!" You gasp out loud, resisting for all of about two seconds before you let yourself sink lower. You don't have much choice in the matter anyway, he's much too strong, but in any case as you feel his lips connect with the flesh of your inner thighs, pressing warm, wet open-mouthed kisses there you're a lost cause.
You screw your eyes shut, feeling the sensation of his tongue as he licks a long, thick stripe right up your centre and you can't hold back the loud groan that erupts from you. Your eyes flick open to look down on him where you find his eyes on yours, looking right back as he sets to work, tongue flicking over your clit, laving at it like you're the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. A moan of pleasure and appreciation falls from him, sending vibrations right through your core. You almost come undone there and then from his unwavering eye contact which just heightens everything, your body flooding with heat.
"Fucking hell," you breathe, feeling his grip tighten vice-like on your thighs, dragging your hips down even further. You hadn't realised that you were holding back, your body taut, bracing your legs to allow him some space, but it soon becomes clear that he doesn't need or want that space. He wants you closer, as close and you can be. He wants the sensation of your slick core on his face, quite literally smothering him, and who are you to deny him... especially when it feels so good.
"Relax babe," he splutters out, pulling away momentarily. "Let me take care of ya."
So you do.
And then it's not just his tongue, but his lips too, even his nose rubs deliciously against your clit as he licks and sucks at every part of you, impassioned moans emitting from him as he works you over. It's quite possibly the most heavenly sensation you've ever experienced, and you feel your self-consciousness dissipate like your soul leaving your body, evaporating away, leaving nothing but your want and your need, and your desperate desire to get yourself off. You press your hips forward, eager for more, grinding against his face.
His fingers are digging deep furrows into the flesh of your thighs, holding you steady. It's like he can't get enough of you, like he means to drown in you. The sights, the sounds and the heady scent of you overwhelming him, intoxicating him as he delves his tongue inside you, lapping up your juices.
You gasp his name again, feeling the coil in your gut winding tight, threatening to snap. His tongue drags over every fold and dip, exploring you fervently. You're so wet now from your arousal and his saliva that you can hear the lewd noises his mouth makes on you, wet, smacking noises that mix with your urgent whimpers and his groans, a symphony of sound that drives you into a frenzy. You push your hips back and forth to increase the blissful friction, and you dimly wonder how you ever felt self-conscious.
"Oh god!" You almost howl as his tongue flicks over a particularly sensitive part, and he hones in on your pleasure, pursing his lips around your bud and sucking until you're almost seeing stars. Every little movement he makes feels more intense in this position, increased by the undulation of your own hips, giving you the control to guide the bliss flowing through you.
"I’m so close!" You gasp out, feeling your body tighten, every single fibre of you screaming out for your release.
You feel Van shift beneath you, his fingers flexing on your thighs, and you ease up your pressure, rising up slightly to look down on him as he breaks away briefly. He looks an absolute vision lying there, smile stretched wide across his lips which are glossy from your arousal, as is his nose and chin, in fact every part of his face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened with a glaze of lust and desire. He's panting slightly.
"Are you okay?" You ask, suddenly aware how unequal all of this is, trying to imagine how turned on he must be and for once you have no intention of returning the favour, a dark part of you actually enjoying this notion.
"Yeah, yeah," he murmurs, like he's in some kind of trance, looking up at you with awe. "Want you to come all over my face Y/N. C’mon… I wanna taste ya so bad.”
And even as the words leave his lips, he's pulling you down again in a sharp movement which catches you by surprise, almost making you lose your balance as your slick heat presses against him once more. This time you chase your high, bucking against him at exactly the right spot, using him like he wants to be used, each thrust of your hips bringing you closer to your peak.
"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" You hiss out, the coil in your gut finally snapping, a blissful wave of euphoria washing over you, your legs trembling and your whole frame shaking. One hand drops down to his hair where you grab a fistful, tugging it harshly at the roots, the other gripping the headboard so tightly that your knuckles turn white.
You can feel your thighs tensing involuntarily as they squeeze around Van's head as you ride out the high of one of the most intense orgasms you've ever experienced. It takes you a while to come back down to earth, finally falling to the side in a heap on the mattress as you do, your legs reduced to jelly. Van lies next to you, panting to catch his breath, blissful grin stretched ear to ear like it does when he knows he's fully satisfied you and you almost feel sorry for him when you glance down to see the painfully hard erection tenting his boxers. Almost... but not quite.
"That was amazing love," he sighs. "Fucking 'ell though, I'm so turned on I almost came in my pants!"
Then he tips his body on to the side, propping himself up on an elbow, wiping your cum from his mouth on the back of his hand. "How was it for you?"
He beams at you and you grin back, still feeling that hazy post-orgasm bliss. "So good, I don't think I can even walk now. My legs have turned to mush!" You giggle, mirroring his position, reaching out a hand to drape it over his waist.
"You're fucking amazing you know," you purr. You lean your body into his, raising up your leg again to wrap over his hip. "I'm such a lucky girl."
You're aware that your body is connecting with Van in just the right place... or should that be the wrong place... but you're in the mood to tease, fully sated now as you are. Despite Van's earlier protestations about playing fair no ground rules were set last night, so as far as you're concerned it's fair game.
"Mmm... you are," he agrees, a shudder passing through him as you softly grind your core against his hard dick, your hard nipples pressing up against his bare chest. Then you see his features darken. "But you're also a very bad girl."
"Me?" Your voice is soft, the picture of innocence, pretending you're not aware of the effect that you're having on him.
"Yes... you," he almost groans, pushing your leg down, untangling himself from your arms with determination. "I know what you're trying to do and I'm not losing this challenge. I'm strong, I can do this. You just wait and see."
His tone is tenacious and you're quite surprised. You can see his pained expression as he tries unsuccessfully to adjust the bulge in his boxers, frowning at the damp patch which has definitely grown. He gets to his feet, still grimacing, forcing a challenging smile as he looks down on you lying there, naked and inviting.
"Where are you going?"
He huffs animatedly. "Bloody cold shower. What do you think?"
A loud laugh forces it way free and he smirks sarcastically at you before he turns to leave the room. "We'll see who's laughing shall we when I win this challenge and then I get to do anything that I like to you."
"Not happening Van," you shake your head even though he's walking away. "Not happening. Get ready for your punishment!”
"We'll see about that," is his reply.
"Yes we will," you smirk to yourself, wicked plans swirling through your head. "And no wanking when you're in there remember!"
Part 3
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This might be controversial, I don't know. But I honestly don't like Dan's content post coming out nearly as much as pre-BIG. It used to be silly -yes- but relatable videos with one or two edgy jokes thrown in. Now it's ALL "I'm gay, horny and depressed and the world is ending but we also kind of deserve it" ... I know that last part has a lot to do with We're all doomed and Dystopia Daily - like the clue is in the names, I get it. But when it's all jokes like that... where is the lightheartedness? Where is the fun? Where is the relief from the problems of the world? Pre-BIG Dan at least had a better balance with that. Anyway, rant over. Hope it made sense.
mmm normally i'd ignore this kind of ask because it's nuanced and i don't want a dozen more hot takes in my inbox but i get that you're not just criticizing dan as a person but more his content shift so (many) thoughts under the cut:
i think first and foremost it's hard to gage dan as a content creators post BIG because the only content he's consistently made has been dystopia daily and wad (discounting gay & not proud because...you know...)
it's also hard to compare him to his content pre BIG since:
1) the video format is different- DD is a scripted persona heavy talk show format that's more commentary on culture than personal experiences
2) he's not supplementing DINOF with liveshows/regular social media posts + gaming channel videos that showed different (usually softer or more lighthearted) sides of dan and gave the audience a more well rounded perception of him as a person
which i think is one of the biggest ""issues"" people have with DD. it's not even necessarily the content itself (though i doubt anyone would say DD is their favorite content by any stretch), but the fact that the main source of perceiving dan is this heavily edited persona that's a bit too detached from real life daniel howell? because yeah like you said, we know he has a lighthearted side, we know he's actually very kind and thoughtful; however, dystopia daily is about the content, not dan as a person. the product isn't himself anymore which is a massive shift from old content.
about dystopia daily as a concept- like i said, the reception from long time subscribers has been basically "i don't love this but i love you and am excited to see you again". it's not BAD it's just not what people watch dan for? it's definitely not something i would click on or enjoy from anyone else, but i love seeing dan in anything and supporting him. and some of it is good! there are some rewatches in there! but yeah if you didn't know him prior to DD you might assume this was just another ~generic angry rich white guy complaining about the world to be edgy~
i don't agree with you that it's ALL "i'm gay, horny, and depressed" and might even say it's not a crime if it was? dan spent the first decade of his career having to edit himself and if he needs a professional second puberty to feel better then go off! am i excited for him to explore more topics or stories or formats?? like absolutely!! but i'm not angry about this era of him getting his bearings. did i love him pretending he doesn't like/has never been around kids when we know for a fact he does? no it felt weird and forced but i get his thinking that he wants DD to be detached from dan.
"where's the fun"?- i will say that this year in particular we've seen more of dan's personality online! like the silly little instastories and tweets, he's sharing more about his life (like seriously who would have bet he'd post anything about their japan trip????), him in phil's video + the hair clip. and it's just like the biggest breath of fresh air because that's our dan!!! that laugh!! i know that guy!!! and i do feel like he's ready to incorporate letting people see more sides of him again after giving himself the space and boundaries to readjust after a massive life change.
but there have still been bits of him this whole time! the few liveshows he did on tour were fun, him at the tour preshows was PEAK classic dan and he was truly the sweetest during his m&gs (seriously i cannot recommend enough checking out the preshow compilations playlist on youtube or meetdnp on twitter because it's just....god it's so fucking nice to see him being so fucking nice and remembering why he really is special). check out the idb instastories playlists because there are so many gems from the past couple years people forget about!!
i know it hit harder because dan is such a LIGHT and it felt like we lost it for awhile. he didn't lose the kindness or silliness or creativity, he's still dan! he's older and not the same person he was in 2014, but also who is? i'm not the same person i was in my 20s which is a great thing!
change can feel scary, but dan's entire genetic makeup didn't change. i totally get if DD isn't your thing and that is perfectly fine! but i will say if you're mourning the other sides of him, you've got plenty of examples that aren't current main channel videos. i do believe we'll be let back in even more soon though :)
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Trapped online Chapter 2- Story between light and Darkness
Inaaya: *wakes up and yawns* what time is it? -OH SHITTTT! *puts on cloths on quickly* today is my big day that i will go out with Saraya and Sorah to pick this Derek person, idk who he is but i hope he's cool like Sorah or nice like Saraya. anyways i can't wait! *goes downstairs* oh yeah King XY wanted to speak to me, *goes to the throne room* King XY i am here now,
King XY: *talking to the guards* so i want the soldiers to be on the look-out for anybody outside this kingdom and check the perimeter for any storm glitches they can be on the hunt for people irl as well anyways you lot be careful,
Guard1: Understood sir,
King XY: good, -oh good morning Inaaya i see your up and Saraya, Sorah haven't woken up yet have they?
Inaaya: *looks back to see if they are* errrr nope.
King XY: *sighs* they're meant to be up 10 mintues ago. what's taking them so long?
Inaaya: yeah,
King XY: so how was your sleep?
Inaaya: it was good dad- *embarrassed* I MEAN KING XY!
King XY: "Dad"? you do know i am or may so on born Non Binary you do know that,
Inaaya: i meant King XY sorry you little remind me of my dad...*face looks a bit down*
King XY: *looks at Inaaya's down face and feels guilty* look i know i'm not your dad but still you can consider me as a mother-father figure that i am,
Inaaya: so if ur born Non Binary then maybe....Dama?
King XY: never heard of that name,
Inaaya: it's like the combo of dad=mama? Dama?
King XY: okay, call me that for now on, now go wake up Saraya and Sorah i am afraid they're gonna be late.
Inaaya: okay, *goes up and see if Sorah and Saraya are awake* guys wake up, *goes in and opens the door to see them still a sleep and shakes Saraya* Wakey, Wakey? ughh.
King XY: Let me try...SARAYA AND SORAH GLITCH IS ATTACKING THE KINGDOM!!!💥
Saraya: -GLITCH!? OMG WE NEED TO- huh?
King XY: rise and shine Saraya you guys have a big day,
Saraya: oh yes-...OH NO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT DEREK! *gets in bathroom to get changed*
Sorah: *yawns and itches head* wha- OH RIGHT DEREK SHIT! you might wanna wait out Inaaya,
Inaaya: oki:< *waits out for extra 10 mintues* ugh what's them so-
Saraya: *opens the door* OKAY LET'S GO!
Inaaya: b-but what about Sorah?
Sorah: i'm here let's go.
Inaaya: okay finally.
(gets to the station)
Saraya: i can't wait to see Derek,
Sorah: *clears throat* Fiancee T-T
Inaaya: WAIT FIANCEE!? since when!
Saraya: since 2 months ago?
Inaaya: whatttt- i-i....*speechless*
Sorah: OH WAIT I CAN SEE HIM!!!
Saraya: DEREK! *runs up Derek and kisses him on the cheek and hugs him then stops hugging him* i missed you,
Derek: -o..hey Saraya, *hugs Saraya and stops hugging her* i missed you too, *sees Sorah* Hey, Hey, Sorah my main man who've you been? and hi...uhhh..we haven't met each other yet- *remembers* oh wait your Inaaya!
Inaaya: yes hi Derek, i am Inaaya.
Derek: My Fiancee, Sorah and the King told me a lot of things going on the Kingdom and a lot of good things about you too. like your going to help the kingdom like stopping those glitch storms from kidnapping all the people irl is that true?
Inaaya: Mmm hmmm :)
Derek: Bring it in- *tries hug Inaaya in all open arms*
Inaaya: -i don't think you should *Derek Hugs Inaaya tightly* oh this is friendly i guess, *Derek stops hugging them*
Saraya: oh i am getting a message from the king, They said that "Bring Inaaya cause i want to speak to them about something"
Inaaya: i'll go by myself i know the way around anyway.
Saraya: are you sure?
Inaaya: yes. i'll see you later bye. *walking to the kingdom* it's been kinda a week now since i have been in the kingdom still getting used to the places that i've been or go daily but i like it here but the outside of the kingdom is were all the bad karma starts. i am wondering if my friends online are safe i mean i haven't seen them or that's what i thought. *the guards stop them*
Guard2: STOP WHO GOES THERE?
Inaaya: it's me Inaaya?
Guard2: hmm how can we tell if your the real Inaaya? or not some Darkness-Glitch in disguise?
Inaaya: T-T you had a crush on Saraya-
Guard2: SHHHH! okay okay go in.
Inaaya: heh works like a charm,
King XY: Inaaya?
Inaaya: yes Dama.
King XY: so let's talk in this for a moment shall we?
Inaaya: wait is this the room were councils hold there meetings?
King XY: *shuts the door right behind them and a universal light switches on*
Inaaya: This is just "out of this world" get it?
King XY: hehe, i am here with you cause i am going to tell you a story called Light between Darkness,
Inaaya: okay how does the story go?
King XY: well thousands of years ago there was a world that was new to everyone one day a human child was Trapped online and the people of this world raised her like they're own before that she was crowned there Queen/Princess that's were things took a turn, she made friends but...one day she was walking beside a river and sees a person that was fully darkness black-
Inaaya: i thought you were about to be racist there but carry on,
King XY:0-0 did not expect that but okayyy- so she saves the person but he had red eye and looks more like a demon and so he doesn't remember his name, but the Queen names him "Umbra" meaning of it it's darkness and shadows, but when they were both growing up Umbra had a massive crush on her while they were growing up because Umbra was the Queen's adviser and best friend that she ever had but Umbra has been called names so he felt that anger and rage or when any guy tries to talk with her his anger grows for hatred, so one day...he had a army of his own called Darkness glitches,
Inaaya: till today?
King XY: those were the first glitches, then as he tries to consider the Queen to marry and rule beside him, but she didn't want to so she uses last of strength within and....destroys Umbra, saved the kingdom of Trapped online.....but the Glitch Kingdom till today is still there some people think Umbra will come back in one point onwards but Glitch was his hire to the throne....
Inaaya: wait didn't you used to date glitch?
King XY: yeah i did but-
Soldier1: MY KING! THE KINGDOM HAS BEEN UNDER ATTACKED!!!!
King XY: REALLY, IS IT WHO?!
Soldier1: *steps back and sees the sky black with glitchy storms*
King XY: Glitch....INAAYA STAY HERE!
Inaaya: *worries and sneaks behind King XY* oh god...
Glitch storm3: YOU PITY TRAPPED ONLINE KINGDOM OUR KING WANTS TO SPEAK WITH UR LEADER IF NOT THEN....heheeh....
(grows a glitch bomb on the barrier)
King XY: *rolls eyes* son of a glitch...YES I AM HERE!
*hears a whispering voices and the a glitch void forms in and comes out*
?̶̨̬͈̏̆?̴̨̳̲̎́̔?̶̧̘̘͒̒͘: P̵͕͚̓̏̓Ė̶̩͆O̴̞͈͈͑͛P̸̜͉͓̓L̵̰̗̲͂̉Ë̶̹̌ ̴̝̉́̃O̸̫͔͌̉͝F̴̨͔͎̈́́̈́ ̵̠̉T̸̞̝̅͌̌R̷̛̠͈̙̐A̴̜̎͐͝P̷͈͔̥͛̚P̴̦̒̽È̷̤͔̄͜D̸̼̊̈͘͜ ̵̡̰̙͐̓Ȍ̶̪̚N̷̼̣͒L̷̗͇͇͌Ḯ̴̹̽͑͜Ṉ̷̘̲̉̓̄E̷͚̰̓́!̵̖̞̦̇ ̵̘̮̳̇͐Ḯ̵̩ ̷͎͝Ā̶̱̬̰̚͘M̸͍̗̯͊͊̉ ̶̨̞̈́͜G̵̠̐Ĺ̶͍̌ͅȊ̵̧̺̜̑̅T̴̡̬͂͝C̸̟͕̔̓H̵̡̲͖͗̕ ̶̹̹̦̄Ä̵͓̂Ñ̶͔͈̞̈D̵̗͍̣͌̈̓ ̸̢͇̀͜F̷̢̣̱̿O̶͖͓͗̽͊R̶͙̻̞͆͘ ̵̪̹͋̈́͘Ṡ̷̗̲̿O̷̥̺̔̀̾M̵̯̠̜͊Ẽ̸͉̰́͒ ̷̱͍͖͆Ö̵͉͉́́F̷̙̰͛ ̴̣̔̕Y̴̥̾O̴̲̿̈́͌Ù̶̟̱̼̀͛ ̶͔̺̒̎Ş̶͈͗̑T̶̻͝U̵̟͂̐͘Ṗ̶̝̜͇͋͘I̶͎͖̅͜D̷̻͈̲̋̑͝ ̷̯̥͈̐͆̆Ḯ̷̻̿D̶̮̗̐ͅI̵̟̰̿Ö̴̪̟́T̵̘̃̈́Ṡ̷̢̂͒ ̶̜͗͗͝I̴̛͎̣R̶͚̓͑L̵͙̓̕ ̶̯̀͜͝Ḯ̷̬̩̘͝ ̵̙͊H̵̦̭̳̾̄̂Ȁ̷̼͐V̶̘̦̌E̸̹̓ ̶̯̦̰̈́̂T̷̰̈R̶̟̀͜A̸̮̋Ṕ̸̬P̸͙̗̑̀E̴̘͒͂D̷̝̿ ̸̹̯̠͑̚Y̵̢͇͉͐̂Ȏ̵͉͘Ù̶͔̟͗ ̷̨̥͉̍H̶͙͝͠È̶͖̠̱̓̚R̵̡͓͔͑̀E̵̢͆̃͋ ̴̲̆F̵̻̽͂O̴̻͑̄̅R̵̡͂ ̸͍̞̯͐A̸̫͔͙̒̔͝ ̸̯̾͌̈́R̷̭̰̜͐̎̿Ẻ̸̈́͜A̵̗̯͐̆̓S̵̨͚̒͘O̸͚̪̜̎̇N̵͌͌͛ͅ!̴̯̝̟̆͝ ̷̙̀͌̅B̷̗͂̄̎ͅṳ̷̫͇̓͝t̶̺͍̱̃ ̷̘̭̑̊͠f̵͇̿į̵̯͖̽r̷͎͇͒s̶̰̞̉t̶̻̆̍ ̵͎̑̀ō̸̤̫̳͝f̶̨̖̞̔̾̊ ̷̡̞̬̂å̴͔̣̘l̸̜̈͜l̸̡̄ ̷̣͕͖̆̓͗X̸̢̱̙̌̄Y̵͍̼̭̽ ̸̼̘̋h̷̨̯̖̎̾e̷̢͖͈͒͠ŕ̷̛̤̼̝e̷̝̓͠ ̵̬̼̥̽̕m̸͓̹̘̎̋͝y̷̻̭̅͗ ̵̙̖̾̄d̶͍́̂e̷͙̋̅͘ā̴̼́r̸̰͛~̵̬̐̽̂
King XY: oh shut up Glitch.....
Inaaya: *whispers* huh that's Glitch? he looks kinda scary like out of a horror movie....yikes....
Glitch: h̴͉͈͚͒̾e̵̼̱̎̑̕h̴̹̖̻̅̄͊è̵͍̻͍̿ḩ̴́̓̐.̸͇̜̍̋.̷̗̥̹̈̚.̴̫͎̈́̍̀s̶̺͔̥̏̈́̊ǒ̸̰̖̇̕ ̴̘̹̔X̴̢̨̀͠Y̵̧̫̒͒ ̵̞̟̀͑͝y̶̜̩͇͝o̵͈͕̊͒u̸͙̦̘͒̐ ̵̧̩̬͊̍͗ẗ̶͇̾̀ͅṛ̸̽̐͝y̵͙̩̝͑̓̋ ̸͍̭̜̈́͘t̸͌͜ȍ̸̳͊ ̶̬̦̬͊s̵̰̔̈́́t̵̯̀͛ő̴̢̺̟̓͌p̵̡̣̥͝ ̷̮͓̝̐m̷̳̄̇̎ẹ̷̱̕ ̷̛̩̻b̸̛͈̲̓u̷̗̿̔́t̵̹̜̀̑ ̶͔̺̀̎ĺ̷̪̟ͅo̵͖̒̐͆o̵̮͝͝k̵̯̆s̷̼̼͌́̉ ̶͔̯͙͘l̴̮͓͕̈i̸͚̯̲͒͒̆k̸͙̝̈́̇e̷̻͕͝ ̴̥͓̺͑̕y̶̞̹̌̈́̌o̵̲̐́̈u̷̼̩̽̊r̴̞̫̰͌̾ ̵̧̠̬̐g̸̭̒̓o̷̖͂͌ḭ̸̓̒̚n̸͈̅͝g̸̰̙̈ ̶̧̗̗̓̚t̴̻̋̓͝ő̵̼̦̤́ ̴̜̦̓͂l̴̨͙͎͌̄o̵̭̽s̴̖̿͆͘e̴̛͈̮̱̎͋.̷̜̺̊̌.̴̳̏.̴̨̦̀̀.̷̢̣̐̕.̵̧͂͊t̷̜̭̖͋ẖ̷̿̚i̵̮̓̈̔s̴͉̒ ̶̡͚́̈́ṱ̴͘í̷̤̲́̐m̴̗̮͌̀e̶̫̣͔͝.̸̻̺͠.̴̝͝.̵̢̹̒͗̈́ ̶̖̒̂a̵͇̺͝n̵̺͓͛̉̎d̸͓̠̳̅̑-̸̧̉̓͝ *glitch voice stops* wait who's THAT?
King XY: ? 🤨 *turns around to see Inaaya* INAAYA!!!!
Glitch: *shocks* n-no it can't be...."Dark Aya"? waittt "Dime Uni"?? ughhh....i swear you look like the close people that i know of....ugh i am here to tell you the Glitches are gonna take over everything that's it, let's go guys....
Inaaya: Dama what did he call me?
King XY: *freakishly shocked while looking at them*
(cut scene were we see King XY and Inaaya talking back in the room of councils)
Inaaya: w-what did i do?
King XY: *goes half cross way back and fourth by walking and stops sit down starts to stress out as well* i am sorry but there is no way your those people unless...
Inaaya: what did Glitch call me Dark aya then R-Rime uni?
King XY: *corrects them* "Dime Uni" you know that statue out the kingdom that's Dime Uni.
Inaaya: yeah Saraya was saying i look like her?
King XY: remember the story i was telling you? do you know who's the queen?
Inaaya: .....*thinks and was suprised a bit* D-DIME UNI?
King XY: Dime Uni....*sighs* after she saved everyone people say she will one day might return or get reborn to someone else?
Inaaya: wait ur not saying I'M, Dime Uni? do you.
King XY: i'm not sure but i have a feeling you are but...your still young, i mean you have a long life ahead of you and i am really think i should handle the battle not you.....
Inaaya: i don't know how to fight well....
King XY: that's why we'll train you.
Inaaya: oh really? your serious righttt,
Saraya: -come on Inaaya.
Inaaya: ur guys are back.
Sorah: yup and we will help u train like no other that's a promise.
Derek: i mean i don't know you really well but sure i'll help too.
Inaaya: Thank u, @^@
Saraya: don't mention it.
(in the Kingdom of Glitch....)
Glitch: no way they're "her" there is just no way....Glitch bot who was that young girl identify them or her? whatever gender or sexuality they are...
Bot1: They're name is Inaaya Mukhtar they are now 13 born in december the 2nd- sexuality we found on tumblr is Bisexual and Non Binary use the words They/Them mostly.
Glitch: okay thanks for the info...Inaaya...eh? heh...tell rest of my soldiers were doing some change of plans....were going to kidnap Inaaya, cause they have something like no other.....hahahaha-H̴̪͕̼̎Ä̶̬͔̣́H̸̨̛͍̿ͅÁ̷̢̙̩̊H̸̦̪̺̍̌Â̸͉̻̗͊H̶̢̢̧̾A̴̯͊̔!!!....
TBC.....
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Eyes Open - Epilogue
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Amy Oliver (ofc)
Summary: One more trip to the grocery store.
WC: 551
Warnings: None really. Mention of the kids. Sickly sweet fluff.
Series Masterlist II Main Masterlist II Marcus Moreno Masterlist
Cross-Posted to AO3
Part 11 <<<<
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“Okay, who’s in charge of the list?”
“I’ve got it!”
“Thanks, Missy,” Amy hums, handing the list over to the older girl where she's waiting by the grocery cart.
She was still a little surprised Missy asked to come with them on the weekly shopping trip, almost positive that the 17-year-old would have something more riveting to do on a Saturday afternoon. But Missy had been all smiles, chatting away with Harris in the backseat of her dad’s car about the cartoon the two of them had watched together over cereal that morning. Amy had watched from the kitchen counter, hiding her smile behind her coffee cup, the sight of the two of them together never losing its shine.
The list taken care of, she glances over her shoulder, realizing that 2 out of their group of 4 have split off, their wandering eyes (and matching sweet tooths) having been distracted.
“Normally, people wait to buy candy bars at the end of the shopping trip, not the beginning.”
Marcus and Harris turn to her with wide, doleful eyes, bottom lips jutting out in perfect unison.
“Just one, Ames? For us to split?”
“Yeah, Mommy. Just one?”
She frowns, weighing the cost of the fight with Harris to the benefit of Marcus making it up to her later. There had been a small attempt on her end to instill some sort of structure into Harris’s eating habits the older she got, but there were still those days when any food that made it into the 8-year-old felt like a victory.
Marcus, sensing a shift in her decision, makes one final plea. “They say it’s bad to shop on an empty stomach.”
She sighs, knowing when she’s been licked, the Moreno charm always so disarming, even under the harsh fluorescent light of a grocery store.
“Grab two,” she finally agrees, and Marcus pumps his fist into the air before high-fiving Harris.
“You pick, jellybean. I’m gonna go thank your mom.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Harris says, her attention already glued to the brightly colored packaging.
Marcus moves over to Amy, pulling her in for a quick kiss, eyes bright and smile wide. “Is this our last chore for the day?”
“Mmm, why? Bored already?”
“No,” he teases with another kiss to the corner of her lips, eyes darkening the tiniest bit. “Just wondering how long before I get to take you home.”
There’s a joke on the tip of her tongue but she loses her footing, one word sending a thrill down her spine even after all these months. Home. Yes, she thinks. Amy is ready to get home too.
“This is the last thing,” she promises.
“Good,” Marcus nods just as Harris runs back, M&Ms and a Butterfinger held above her head in victory. He smiles at the sight, gladly tearing open the brown bag and handing it back before taking the Butterfinger for himself.
“Hey, Ames?”
“Yeah?” she calls back, already three steps ahead, Missy calling out the first item on the list.
“Thank you.”
And she can’t help but turn and smile, a quick wink shot in Marcus’s direction. “For what?”
The End
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A/N: Hello everyone! I wanted to take a small minute to thank the readers of this little story. This one specifically was always meant to be someplace safe and fun for me. I wrote it start to finish before posting a single chapter, and used it as a way to flex my waning creativity in the middle of a very difficult time. And while I know it isn't my best, it's my most joyful writing to date, and I think there's something to be said about that.
Thank you to every single person who read it, liked it, reblogged it. For sharing in this joy with me for this small moment in time. Thank you.
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20 questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for tagging me @puuvillaa!
How many works do you have on AO3?
106 total.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
1,313,884, but that includes a few cowritten things, and I couldn't begin to break down how many of those belong to jus tme.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Just HP!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
A. Step & Repeat - Wolfstar, Celebrity Sirius fake dating AU, Rated M, 62k words
B. Three Strikes 'til you're out - Jily, Celebrity James fake dating AU, Rated E, 69k words
(I have not, until just now, put together that those two are so similar)
C. Bathed in the Moonlight - Wolfstar PWP, Rated E, 2.1k words
D. Ignite - Jily, 7th year Canon, Secret relationship smut fic, rated E, 192k words (WIP)
E. One More to Love - Wolfstarbucks, omegaverse w/ Pregnant Omega Remus, written with @krethes. 146k words, Rated E, WIP.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Omg 🫥. I do.... sometimes. I really, really love comments, and I need to be better about responding to them! It's a mixture of social anxiety and savoring them that leads me to not responding, and then I wonder if it's too late to respond, and then they stack up, and then I'm anxious over how many there are and I just.... never repsond. i try to repsond to at least some of the, but I'm very anxious about how many unresponded comments I have. (My inbox currently sits at 1136, and I've cleared it out before.)
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Dusk. However, i have 2 more in the works that (assuming I ever finish them) may be worse.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics have a happy ending, so I'm not sure what the MOST happy ending was. Maybe Save the Groom? I can't imagine STG James being any happier than he is in that epilogue.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Occasionally. It's rarely hate but I do occasionally get dissatisfaction, like "i don't like the way you ended this" or "I read the side along you wrote and I'm no longer interested in the main story" which is weird to get.
9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?
Lol, yes, and.... all kinds? Honestly, what does that mean. I've written MM, MF, and FF. Also Multi (though mostly MMM+). I've also written both vanilla and kink?
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
NOPE. Not something that really interests me, tbh.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of, but I wouldn't be surprised.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I've had a couple of people ask, but no one who has delivered on it. or at least no one who tagged me the way I asked them to if they did it.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Yes, a few! I'm actually very fond of cowriting. Quietlemonhush and I have been working on cowriting more, and I adore working with him.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
I've gotta go with my Wolfstar boys. 💖
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doublt you ever will?
I'm not ready to call anything that's posted now and a WIP abandoned (though I know I occasionally get comments calling things abandoned). I think it's probably unlikely that I ever write my Voldy Wins AU at this point because I've been sitting on it for 2 years at this point, but it was never posted.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Worldbuilding and tension building, I think.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Sticking to a plan. 🤣
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I've done it before, and I'm not a huge fan, tbh. I probably won't do it again unless I have a cowriter who is fluent. It's a pain if you don't know the language, and there's no way to really build the dialogue as you would in a language you know.
19. First Fandom you wrote for?
HP, but make it Hinny.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Oh, gosh. I think maybe The Way We Fall. Ask me next week and that will be different.
No pressure tags to @krethes, @charmsandtealeaves @annabtg @mppmaraudergirl @eyra @wanderingdonut
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Mixed Signals
Chapter 2: Fallout
A family emergency forces Raph to confront his feelings.
Universe: TMNT (2007)
Relationship/s: Raphael/OC Vall Scott
Tag/s: Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Awkward Flirting, Banter, Babysitting.
A/N: This story takes place prior to the events of Chapter 9 of my main story, To Build a Home.
TW! Blood and Gore (TV depiction).
Chapter 1
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"Oh, God..." Val grimaced at the partially-devoured dead body lying in the centre of the screen.
Raph's smirk lingered over her as he slowly nibbled away at his popcorn. "Mmm, delicious!"
"Urgh! You're disgusting..."
The pair occupied either end of the three-seater couch; separated by a large bowl of overly salted popcorn, her bottle of water and his coke.
"Remind me again why ya watch these things?" The terrapin enquired, gesturing to the screen. They were following a disoriented Rick Grimes as he wandered through the abandoned hospital; bodies (soldier and civilian) and medical supplies strewn everywhere. "Gore is like, a given, in zombie media; and you can't stand it. Why torture yourself?"
Val covered her flushed cheeks with her palms. "I usually just skip the worst parts..."
"You're a weirdo," Raph chuckled, rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to the show.
A sudden commotion drew Rick's attention down an unexplored corridor; specifically, to a pair of swing doors at the end. As he warily approached, he found they had been chained shut. Several pairs of dirty hands reached through the tiny gap, accompanied by a collection of subdued moans. Lifting his gaze, he read the large, painted notice.
"Don't dead..." Val narrowed her eyes at the screen, confusion clear on her face. "Open... inside? What??"
Raph gawked at her. "You're joking... Val, please tell me you're joking..."
"What-"
"It literally says: Don't Open, Dead Inside," he exclaimed, struggling to contain his laughter. "Not: Don't Dead, Open Inside!" The terrapin's hands flew to his face as he threw his head back; heaving a long, muffled groan. "Ohhh, my God..."
"Oh, c'mon!" Val shoved him playfully, causing a few popcorn pieces to spill out of the bowl. "You can't possibly sit there and tell me it doesn't read like that!"
"No, it doesn't; cos, unlike you, apparently - I can read! How the heck did ya manage to get that from that??"
"Any normal person would go left to right - not down."
"Well, any normal person would look at that and go: Hmm, what makes more sense: the nonsense you just spewed, or the right way?"
"But that's not the right way, though!" Val laughed.
"You're forgettin' the cultures that read vertically," Raph countered smugly. "Like the Japanese-"
"Yeah, but this isn't Japan-" she snapped a finger at the screen. "They're in freakin'... what's it called? Georgia! Atlanta, Georgia!"
The terrapin shrugged, smirk deepening. "There could be Japanese in Georgia; you shouldn't just assume these things, Val-"
"Oh, my God, you're so annoying- stop!" Val buried her face in her hands; he'd made her blush - again.
Raph chuckled as he relaxed into his seat, revelling in her embarrassment. "You're never gonna live this down. Y'know that, right?"
"Yes, I'm well aware of your assholery..." The brunette groaned softly as she lifted her gaze. She couldn't resist - she needed that last laugh. "I'm still right, though-"
"No, ya ain't-"
"Yeah, I am-"
"Nope-"
"Yep-"
"Nuh-uh-"
"Ya-huh-"
Raph gave her a look. "Val..."
"Raph..." She teased.
The terrapin's stomach somersaulted when Val unexpectedly scooted over, brushing her knee against his once she finally relaxed. With a shit-eating grin, she proceeded nudging his plastron, over and over. "I'm right, Raph; you know I am. Say it... Say it, Raph... Say it, Raphie boy-"
"Alright, alright - yes!" He laughed, lunging forward to pin her arm to her side. She attacked with her other hand. "Ah-ah! No, ya don't!" He snatched that wrist, tugging it against him. "I've yielded; that means you stop! Have I taught you nothin'?"
Val scoffed as she yanked herself from his grip. "Don't you remember pawning me off to April, slackass?"
The brunette winced the moment those words left her mouth. Why the fuck would you say that?!
She caught a flicker of hurt in Raph's eyes, before a strained smirk promptly took its place. "Aw, come now, don't be like that... The last time I had ya on the mat, you heel-palmed my jaw so hard, I chipped a tooth. I'm just lookin' out for the rest of my teeth."
"Again, I'm sorry..." Val wracked her brain for a way to tactfully inject her thoughts. "I think there may be something else at play here... It's been weeks since I've seen you smile; like, actually smile, and laugh... Things haven't felt the same between us, since-"
"I'm fine, Val." Raph shook his head. "Despite my bruised ego, I'm perfectly fine; you're fine - we're fine."
"...I'm not."
At that, the terrapin averted his gaze. Please, don't say it. Please, please, please, don't say it...
"I miss you..."
He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling shakily through clenched teeth.
"Ever since that day, you've been distant with me..." As Val counted each example on her fingers, she attempted catching his gaze. He avoided hers. "No more dinners or movies at mine... No more shit-talk... No more late-night calls or texts - just generic shit... No more GIFs-"
Raph snapped toward her. "GIFs??" He snorted derisively. "That's what you're upset about??"
Val jerked back, as though he'd struck her. The terrapin froze, breath escaping him as they stared at one another. Once the shock finally wore off, he caught tears brimming those big, beautiful eyes.
He'd made her cry.
"I'm pouring my heart out to you, and that's what you take from it?!" She scoffed tearfully, shaking her head. "...You're an asshole."
With that, Val rose from her seat; a panicked Raph reached for her.
"Don't." He'll never forget her face as she wrenched her hand away. She looked ready to explode; he hoped she would - he deserved it.
"I want my friend back..." Her lips trembled as tears finally spilled down her cheeks.
His heart screamed for him to move; to take her into his arms and tell her precisely how much she meant to him, then finally taste the lips he's dreamt of kissing for months...
His body, unfortunately, refused to budge.
The front door lock abruptly clicked, causing the pair to flinch. Whipping toward it, they found April quietly creeping inside, with a bloodied Casey following close behind.
"What the hell happened to you??" Raph grimaced at Casey's battered mouth, then the plastic bag of soiled tissues he gripped.
His best friend gave a cotton-ball filled grin as he attempted to speak. "I... urgh, fu-"
"He skated head first into the glass..." April answered for him; catching Val wiping her cheeks as the latter approached the table to retrieve her belongings.
"You okay?" The redhead mouthed to her; Raph, struggling to focus on his own conversation, found himself eavesdropping.
He couldn't hear, or see (Val's back was toward him) what was being said, but there was a lot of nodding and face touching on the brunette's part.
Then, she turned for the door.
"I'll see you next time," Val nodded to Casey, clearly avoiding Raph's gaze.
Casey's eyes darted between the pair, quirking a disconcerted brow. "Wha tha heck's goin' on??"
"Nothing." Val side-eyed the terrapin as she continued forward. "It's okay. Enjoy the rest of your night."
Raph stepped toward her. "Val-"
April held up a hand, halting him. He pleaded her with his eyes, but she shook her head apologetically.
He watched helplessly as Val left.
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Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 42
"Let's look for Kaylo now." You say, confidence in your voice. The maestros nod as they search for Kaylo's location in the Multiverse.
To your confusion, There seemed to be two pink dots. One of them was firmly placed, while the other one was darting in and out of worlds. "Um...Is that supposed to happen?" You ask. "I must say, I'm not sure. This is strange for this to occur." Balan says, confusion in his eyes. "Well, Either way, we have to find her." You state. Leo's eyes study the map. "Maybe we should try the non moving dot?" He asks.
"Well, it's the easiest to get to, so we'll have to go after that one for now." You say. With a snap of Balan's Fingers, The three of you head into the next world to find the Pink Haired Girl. When you entered this new world, you notice that you could hear...music. Not the mind rattling bass from Haoyu's world, no. This world seemed to be entirely based on music, unfortunately...it didn't seem that safe from Balan's Hiccups either, as most of the scenery looked to be made from mismatched objects
Leo and Emma squinted at the place "I can't put my finger on it...but this place looks...familiar." Emma said. Suddenly, something, Or someone, bumped into you. You wait for your vision to adjust once more, and to your surprise, You see Kaylo! "RUN!!" She yelled, quickly speeding away from...something. to your horror, you see WHAT she was running from: An entire horde of black horse looking creatures made from...sand?
You, Emma, and Leo quickly begin to follow Kaylo's lead, until another wave of Balan's Hiccups appeared, and turned the horses into...circus cookies. Suddenly, Kaylo stopped, she began to sniff, and her eyes then seemed to get bigger as she growled the words "Sugarrrrr...". She then pounced on the animal cookies, devouring them at the speed of an animal. Once the horses were no more, she licked the icing from her fingers "Mmm...Good Sugar." She said almost sadistically.
Kaylo then turned around at faced you, a odd childlike glimmer in her eyes as she tilted her head at you "Um...Have we met before? I mean, I know Leo and Emma, but...Have we ever met?" She asked. Your eyebrows furrowed, how did she not remeber you? You LITERALLY met her FIRST. "Uh. Yes. You introduced me to Leo and Emma. In Timeville. BEFORE Balan's Hiccups." You stated very slowly.
She still seemed to tilt her head "Um...What the heck is a Timeville?" She asked. Now this was getting weird. Suddenly, a bright burst of light appeared from the sky, and a person drops from it...directly onto Kaylo. The person groaned "I. Hate. This. So. MUCH!" They shout as you see...Kaylo?" You look as Kaylo and the...other Kaylo, get up and stare at each other curiously. Oddly enough, they both had pink hair and eyes, and both the same size.
"WHAT THE?!" You shout, getting Kaylo's attention "Hey Guys!" She says cheerfully, causing you to feel even more confused. "Hey...Do you guys know how to get back?" She asked, but you didn't get the chance to answer as Leo shouted "THERE'S TWO OF YOU?!" in shock. Both Kaylo's looked at each other, almost studying the other. "Um...what's going on?" Emma asked "It's a LONG story. But that can wait, right now we need to get back before I vanish again." The other Kaylo said.
Now your head was spinning. It was obvious that both of these girls had the same name, appearance, and height. But you needed figure out the main question at hand...
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-stops by with my morning coffee and an extra cup if you so please-
To elaborate on the cop thing; There's a family style restaurant in the same area as the shop I work at (we have two, two tiered main buildings in a sort of L shape, and the restaurant is part of building 1, and the shop and the antique shop above us are part of building 2) and they offer a free breakfast for law enforcement, firefighters, and paramedics.
The first time I encountered the herd, though, like in real force, was when there was a convicted killer on the loose not long ago, and when I was walking down into the main parking lot, they all turned and stared at me, because I was on foot.
But I often count the cop cars in the parking lot when I come in, because if I see one, there's a strong chance there's more waiting around the corner.
Where I'm at, there's a strong police presence due to proximity to a prison, park, and juvenile hall, and when I attended jury duty last week, 98% of the room stood up because they were related to or knew a cop.
In general, I am very wary of other people I encounter while out and about, but when there are cops, I tend to go a bit more rigid, because I get worried if I do anything even remotely "weird" they're going to approach me, and, like, I do not want that, no.
Every time I unlock the shop with one of them around, and the alarm goes off, I try to get the code done quickly, because I don't want them questioning if I belong there/risking letting the shop cat get hit by their cars if they decide to leave in a hurry, so I'm always scooping her up first thing.
I've never really found myself in a position where I, myself, have had a bad run in with a cop, but I know enough people who have that I'm like, "Just leave me alone, please."
It's also, like, not for nothing, but I did study forensics for a time, and a lot of cases I had to read about/analyze for classes involved some kind of police interference/incompetence that ruined evidence or there were biases among the officers that lead to information being withheld.
The idea that those who are supposed to protect and serve would rather protect themselves really just...
Well, ya know.
Overall, I'd rather deal with firefighters and paramedics coming by to get food than a herd of cops, but at the very least people slow down in the parking lot, I dunno.
Donut?
-slides you the box-
mmm coffee AND a donut? you're too good to me.
Your herd of cops makes a lot more sense now.
The instinctual aversion to cops is so interesting to me. I totally get why we all have it, it's very clear. But it's so fucked up that this organization that is supposed to be a safe place has universally become a bad, dangerous, scary place. And then that everyone knows that but there is no effort to make cops less fucking terrifying?
I live in a place with basically zero police presence, which maybe should be scary, but really just makes everyone in town much easier to deal with. The nearest cops are twenty minutes away at best and it works out just fine.
I've also never had a bad run in with a cop--but I've known people who had. And I have a friend who went to college for criminal justice, joined the police department, and lasted maybe two years before he left because it was so so bad. He really did just want to help people--but the department he was on had no interest in it.
ALSO, I feel like cops shouldn't be allowed to gather in herds. It just seems dangerous. They're unpredictable.
But yes, I agree. Much safer around (most) firefighters (I've known some really shitty volunteer firefighters, but the worst of them is also a cop). And honestly paramedics make great, albeit traumatized friends. They've seen it all and they've got the best stories.
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This or That tag
I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad, thank you! 💜
I anticipate many of our answers being similar, bc well, uh, you see... lol. still looks fun :D
Historical or Futuristic
Historical in that I get to pick and choose what the fuck I want to keep and what I want to make up? Then yes, historical :D
Fuck you, I want leggings :)
Opening or Closing Chapter
God, the closing chapter for sure. Openings are so fucking hard to write. Closings come much easier for me. Basically, just write until I find it lol. I'd choose a different answer for reading, though.
Light and Fluffy or Dark and Gritty
Look, I want both. Together. In the same story. Is that so much to ask?
Animal Companion or Found Family
Mmm. I like writing dysfunctional families just so I can bring all my poor tortured souls together and let them comfort each other. Also, I agree with Elli on this one, animals are very easy to forget. So sorry, Fyel.
Horror or Romance
Neither, as the main genre. I am a fantasy snob, through and through. I freaking love fantasy romance, though. So close enough?
Hard Magic System or Soft Magic System
I can't really pick either. I like reading both. I like writing a mix. Like, I want some rules, or I'm going to cheat somewhere along the line and get called out for it. But I also am not into worldbuilding so much as to make intricate Sanderson magic systems, as much as I admire them.
Stand-alone or Series
Oh, hey! I found one that I chose a different answer on! lol
Series, my beloved. I want more. More of the same characters. More of the same world. More more more.
One Project at a Time or Always Juggling 2+
While I do have multiple projects, I've found I get overwhelmed when juggling, very easily. I learned this recently, and well. I need to stick to one thing at a time, for my own sanity.
One Award Winner or One Best Seller
I'm not out here writing literary masterpieces that one day an english teacher may pick apart for themes in class. I don't even know what my fucking themes are lol. I can barely pick out tropes :')
I'm just here to tell a story. If lots of people liked it, that would be pretty cool.
Fantasy or Sci-Fi
Hands down, it's fantasy. I need me some magic, not science. I suppose science that looks like magic is okay, though.
Character Description or Setting Description
I want to know what my character looks like. Settings are much less fun for me, and I'm basically just pulling those descriptions outta my ass while hoping they make sense to someone.
First Draft or Final Draft
What even is a final draft? XD
Tagging (no pressure! only if and/or when you want to): @little-peril-stories, @verkja, @burntcoffeewhump, @thegreatobsesso, @experi-sketches, and Open Tag, if you want to play!
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